Chapter 97
Third Person's POV
The next afternoon, France.
Wynn checked out of her hotel and grabbed a taxi straight to the healing center where Trista worked.
The Paris wind was damp and cold. The scent of street corner coffee mixed with car exhaust, but for Wynn, the most distinct smell was the faint disinfectant from the hospital entrance.
Trista rushed out of the building.
The moment she stepped out, Wynn instinctively rushed to meet her. They hugged, laughing, briefly casting aside the heaviness that had settled in their chests.
They spun around a couple of times, feeling like children again, before pack politics existed.
Trista chose a restaurant near the healing center to treat Wynn.
Initially, their conversation was lively, their laughter easily drowning out the clatter of
