Mika
The gentle hum of the plane subsided as Cain softly shook me awake, pulling me from the depths of a peaceful slumber. As I blinked my eyes open, a fleeting moment of disorientation washed over me—I momentarily forgot where I was. But then Cain's reassuring voice broke through the fog, announcing that we had touched down. Excitement surged within me, a thrilling tide sweeping through my veins. I was finally in England, and the prospect of uncovering the mystery of my mother’s birth pack felt tantalizingly close.
After disembarking, we navigated through the bustling terminal to retrieve our luggage. The anticipation buzzed around us, mingling with the chatter of other travelers. Once we collected our bags, Cain took the lead in securing a rental car for our stay, his confident demeano
