CHAPTER 67 — ALINA’S POV
The minute I stepped out of the embassy, the heat slapped me across the face like it owed me money.
The sun was ridiculous, sharp, blinding, burning into my skin. I hissed under my breath, but I didn’t take a cab. I couldn’t. Not anymore.
If I was going to survive six whole months stuck in this miserable country before my visa could finally be processed, then every coin mattered. Every cab ride mattered. Every unnecessary expense mattered.
I tightened my grip around my small bag and kept walking.
Six months.
Six months of hiding.
Six months of hoping my father wouldn’t sniff me out and humiliate me, punish me for not leaving even though it isn’t my fault.
Six months of trying to rebuild a life everyone had gleefully destroyed. Everyone, including me.
Just
