The trip to Nice was gravely tiring, but nothing could be compared to the tiredness my mind was experiencing right this very moment. It had been circulating and functioning for days already, thinking endlessly about Angelou and the current expedition that I voluntarily appointed myself to adhere to.
Although there was uncertainty in me that Angelou could possibly be here in Nice, I could never neglect the chances that Black conveyed to me while on board the plane. My heart wishes to find her as soon as possible and I prayed earnestly that she is in this city. I just dearly hope that Black's intuition was correct.
Just as planned, Emma and Black joined me for a late lunch at a luxury villa I rented for myself before they went about and headed to their separate destinations. Black would be heading to Toulouse, while Emma would be at Marseille.
