CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE
I tell myself I’m only being paranoid.
Athens is a large city, busy, layered, full of strangers moving in different directions.
People look, people pass, people forget. Not every chill crawling up my spine means danger. Not every shadow means someone is following me.
By the time Nina and I finally head home that evening, my body is too tired to argue with logic.
My feet ache, my back protests, and my baby shifts restlessly as if reminding me that I can’t overthink everything anymore.
We didn’t find what I wanted that day.
And we don’t find it the next day either.
Or the next.
Days turn into weeks.
Every morning begins with intention. I grab my journal and pen, my most trusted weapons, and step out with Nina beside me.
We walk through neighborhoods that prom
