RAVEN
The moment we touched down in Paris, I felt like a different person. I pray this is a city where I will finally get the peace I deserve.
As the car glides through the streets, I pull out my phone to capture the blur of Haussmann-style buildings and blooming flower stalls. Suddenly, the Eiffel Tower comes into view, looking more beautiful than the last time my father brought me here.
I hit record, a wide smile breaking across my face.
“It’s finally happening,” I say into the phone, my voice airy with excitement. “Look at it. It’s even more beautiful than the last time. I feel like I’m in a dream again, and little Raven would be happy we made it to Paris again.”
This is a digital memory for my future self. My dad used to keep these, but after he passed, I couldn’t look at any of t
