Unspoken Paths

CHARLOTTE

“I still can’t ask where we’re going?” Sonia inquired as we stepped into the car and fastened our seatbelts. I nodded in response, watching as she started the ignition and reversed the vehicle.

I glanced at the back seat and smiled with relief, noting that she had listened to me and hadn’t brought any other guards along. I didn’t want to tell her why we were going there—it seemed silly to return to a place just because I had driven past it, felt something about it, and then saw it again in a dream.

But I needed to do this for myself. It didn’t have to make perfect sense; nothing had made much sense since I arrived here. It felt as though everything that had happened up to this point was the result of all the spontaneous decisions I’ve made in my life. I was moving around as if I had no safer options.

“I wonder if going with the flow is a good thing,” I mused aloud. Sonia glanced at me, puzzled, and shrugged. She turned her attention back to the road as we took a left turn on