There have been many places I've been to that have resonated with me. On some level, my body, my very cells, recognized the land. It was like that in both France and Ireland. I'd breathe in and think, Yes, I know this. This feels right, and I'd instantly be comfortable.
Bucharest was not one of those places.
I looked around the tired alleys and up at the strings of lank laundry hanging from the lines above me and all I could think was, I want to go home. Maybe it was just the knowledge that Blue was conspiring to do horrible things to the man I loved and me. Blue, who for a moment I'd thought might not be past redemption. Then I had shut him out of my mind and rejected his love. And he had responded by slaughtering innocent people. It made for an awkward reunion. Especially since I inten
