Braelyn's POV
I stared out the window as Adrien's figure gradually shrank, disappearing from my line of sight. My hand rose to my chest, pressing against the steady thump of my heart. It raced like it might burst from my ribcage, and I had to remind myself to breathe. Everything was finally in motion, yet the nerves twisted inside me like a live thing.
The driver remained silent throughout the ride, eyes fixed on the road ahead. We merged onto the highway, heading towards the train station. Every minute felt like an eternity. My fingers brushed the phone in my bag, and it vibrated faintly, drawing my attention. I unlocked it, expecting nothing, and found a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: Have a safe trip. G. M
It was Genevieve Moreau. I didn't reply, but a small, crooked smile tugged at my lips. Somehow, her presence—even in a brief text—gave me reassurance. I wondered, with a flicker of smug satisfaction, how long it would take Jeremy to realise I was gone.
