As the plane climbed over the ocean, I gazed out the window at the city I’d called home, now shrinking into the distance. A weight I’d carried for years finally lifted from my soul.
Goodbye, Xavier.
The following day, I landed in Greece. After some online searching, I found a private, whitewashed villa to rent on a secluded island.
At the same time, Xavier was in Monaco, preparing to finalize the transplant.
Just before signing the final contract with the illicit surgical team, Xavier was seized by a wave of panic, so he called the rehabilitation center one last time.
A nurse on his payroll assured him, “Since you left, Mrs. Colton has been resting peacefully. We’re monitoring her closely. We’ll let her know you called when she wakes.”
Only then did Xavier enter the meeting room, feeling somewhat calmer. Yet despite the reassurance, his thoughts remained fixed on Miranda.