Author's note: This is from Kosta's point of view
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I watched Treva through the windows as she moved inside the train compartment until she took her seat. She smiled and waved, and the train started gliding along the tracks.
That's it. Treva was on her way.
She was not my responsibility anymore.
She was on her own.
She was outside my protection.
Would I be able to protect her if we faced real trouble?
Will I ever see her again? My fifty-third birthday was approaching, and I felt that I was running out of time for many things I wanted to do.
"We are letting her leave, just like that?", Adrian grumbled next to me.
I thought that he will be over it by now. "You met her. Treva is innocent. Or are you heartless enough to want her to be dissected?"
He rolled his eyes. "Don't exaggerate. They would only ask questions."
I laughed at his ignorance. Adrian is twenty-eight years old, yet he fails to see things outside of his small world.
