Page 8 of Entwined

“California?”

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favor… check out. If he changes his mind—he knows where to find you.”

“Maybe. Maybe I want him to find me.”

“I won’t help you unless you leave. He’s the devil. He brainwashed you…”

“That’s what he said, too. Stockholm Syndrome.”

“Then maybe you should listen.”

“Fine, okay. I don’t want to stay there anymore anyway.”

“Good. I’ll be in touch.”

The scenery blurs. I’m lost in thought. I’m elated I found a purpose that always eluded me. But sad knowing in order to fulfil it, Christos and I will be further apart than ever. I don’t have any hope I’ll find him. He’s rich; powerful. With the ability to pick up and fly anywhere in the world.

I’m just back to being Jessie. The girl who lives out of her backpack and wears faded jeans.

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