ADRIEL
I was resting my hand on the birthmark over my chest and thinking of Noa, as I frequently did.
It’d been 5 years now since I saw her. She’d be 17, the same age I was when I left home.
I often wondered how her and Alora were getting along back at home. How much had Noa grown into her elements since I was gone?
What kind of young woman had she become, did she think about me at all? It was an endless rabbit hole I let myself wonder down often.
I’d traveled around the southern United States and Mexico for almost 2 years before I finally made it to South America. I turned 22 the week I’d made it to Peru.
I’d been here just under a month getting the lay of the land. I’d made it down to Cusco after I traveled through Machu Picchu and visited the ruins. I was looking for any signs
