Without an entourage, aliases, shadows, security sweeps, or encrypted conversations with handlers whose intentions were questionable, they arrived in Greece shortly after sunrise. Nobody else but them.
With the carefree elation of individuals who had at last achieved the right to exist openly in the world, they had purchased coach seats on the commercial flight from Rome using their true identities. Lila had remained pushed against the little window for the majority of the voyage, gazing out over the Mediterranean as it stretched out below them like hammered gold, and marveling at the ordinary miracle of being able to travel somewhere on their own will, rather than being chased away from something that wanted them dead.
Only one shared duffel bag held all of their belongings: comfy clo
