Alaina's POV
I picked up the phone, my thumb hovering over the screen. The number I was about to dial was engraved in my mind. I was scared she might have changed the number. I just hoped she hadn't.
When the phone began to ring, my heart pounded loudly in my chest. My room, wide and cosy, felt like home. I was in the house I bought a month ago. It was all I ever wanted in a home.
When I first arrived in Paris, I had one goal: survival. I had been lost, numb, and unsure of how to even begin putting the pieces back together. Penny had been my lifeline. She took me in on all my plans, kept me grounded, and her husband had been kind in ways I never expected. But kindness had limits, and now, I was on my own. I'd been here a year—long enough for the world to believe I was dead.
