THALIA
I opened the zipper of my luggage again, slowly opening it, thinking I might have missed something even though I swore I had already had everything needed inside.
My eyes roamed the small space in the luggage. My clothes are in, all rolled neatly to save space, toiletries at the side. My documents are all tucked in the inner pocket. Extra money in the hidden pocket… basically all that I need.
I closed it and then checked Reagan’s bag this time, and everything is in place except for the cartoon-character hoodie I got him for his birthday, which was on the bed. He intends to wear it later when we leave.
Nothing missing and nothing out of place. And yet, my nerves refuse to settle.
I sat back on the edge of the bed in Rael and Reagan’s room, hands resting on my lap as I anxiou
