The moment the plane touched down in Sweden, I let out a slow and long breath.
The soft hum of the engines and the muffled chatter of passengers preparing to disembark faded into the background as I stared out of the small window.
I could see the snow-capped mountains as they stretched into the horizon, almost meeting the sky.
I had never been here before, never even considered this place as part of my journey, but here I was far from Gonzalo and very far from the nightmare I had just barely escaped.
I turned to Marion, who was already gathering his things. He looked calm and authoritative, as he always did.
Belinda, who had been seated a few rows behind us, stood up as well, adjusting the scarf around her neck before shooting me a small smile.
I was happy that she came with us. She had been a good companion to me while in Marion's house, and nothing brought me so much joy as seeing her right here with me.
