Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Two
Alicia's POV
The flight to Italy took over twelve hours. We had a layover in New York, then another in Paris, each stop making me more paranoid that Malachi would somehow catch up to us, that he'd be waiting at the next gate with that intense stare and all his explanations.
But he never appeared. We made it through both airports without incident, using the time to stretch our legs and pretend everything was normal.
Sophie barely spoke during the entire journey. Just stared out windows or at her phone, texting Charlotte and Cameron with updates that I'm sure made this whole thing sound like an adventure instead of what it really was. Running. Hiding. Escaping.
We landed in Milan in the early afternoon local time. The sun was bright and warm, completely at odds with how I felt inside. Cassie's boyfriend David had arranged for a car to pick us up, a sleek black Mercedes with a driver who spoke minimal English but knew exactly where to take us.
