The plane touched down at Charles de Gaulle just after 9 AM Paris time.
I'd barely slept on the flight. Too much adrenaline. Too many thoughts spinning through my head about what I'd just done. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Julian's face. Heard Silas's voice saying "You don't come back."
But I was here now. Actually here.
Vincent had been nothing but polite on the flight. He'd given me the window seat, ordered champagne I barely touched, and spent most of the time reading while I stared out at the darkness below. When I finally did doze off somewhere over the Atlantic, I woke to find a blanket draped over me that I definitely hadn't put there myself.
Now, walking through the arrivals terminal, everything felt surreal. The French voices over the intercom. The signs I could barely re
