Geneva
The longer I drive toward that place Ranier pointed as the meeting exchange, the more I realize I maybe f*ucked up. Like, I should’ve waited a little. Called Victor probably, or the rest of the gang.
I won’t say it’s not scary doing this alone. My heart is thumping like crazy with every mile I take, and my palms start sweating. I know I can take whatever comes at me, but my anxiety is not that happy about it, and honestly, I am having second thoughts. I still have time to turn around and never come back. I can book the next flight to Rome or Paris and live my best life there. Have my little gallery near the Eiffel Tower, eat croissants for breakfast every day and… but I know I won’t do that. My heart is here, in Redwind, with my newfound family, and if I can’t have a life with the
