~Eliana~

I wheeled my suitcase, walking slowly, as I waited for the departure time of my flight to Toronto, Canada, to be announced anytime soon. No one was staring at me like I had committed a crime worthy of being put behind bars, and I felt really relieved.

My hair had been cut short, so that it now rested on my shoulders, and with my face mask on, as well as the face cap on my head, which matched my white t-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers, it was impossible for anyone to recognise me. I had wanted my travel to be as discreet as possible, and not even my own...