ELENA

“You are where!?” I pushed my phone farther from my ear as Alessia shouted.

“On my way to New York.” I repeated myself as I dragged my suitcase in one hand and held my phone on the other.

The Airport was busy, people strode in and out. Families hugging themselves as one of them departs.

I dragged my suitcase to the checking point. “I will call you back.” I ended the call and stood to be checked.

I knew it was a stupid idea to pack my bags and leave without informing anyone. But there was no turning back now.

“Your bag ma’am.” The security demanded. I pushed my...