Sonia’s POV
If anyone had told me that simple plane tickets could rearrange the entire rhythm of my world, I wouldn’t have believed them.
But they did.
From the moment Alexander placed those envelopes in my hand, everything shifted, gently, quietly, but undeniably.
Even the walls of the house felt lighter, like they were breathing with me.
It didn’t matter that the date said Friday.
It didn’t matter that there were still four days left.
Paris had already begun.
That night, I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of Paris:
the Eiffel Tower glowing gold against the night sky,
the Seine river glistening,
cobblestone streets,
quiet cafés,
Alexander’s hand slipping into mine as we walked with no destination…
just us, far away from everything.
I woke to sunligh
