11

Evy

"Wake up, we've arrived!" I open my eyes, still blurry, and stare at the facade of a house entirely made of dark wood, with huge translucent glass windows. I shift in the back seat of the car to get a better view of the surroundings. Small lampposts illuminate a charming little garden. As the door opens, the driver helps me out, and the scent of wildflowers envelops me, followed by the cold breeze of dawn.

"Where are we?" I inquire, taking in the graceful porch with a dark wooden railing like the rest of the house, and...

"One of my vacation homes," he says, taking the keys out of his pants pocket. I glance back to make sure. Tall and closely clustered trees and from the noise back there, no beaches in sight, and no pools anywhere.

"This doesn't look like a vacation home," I snap, turning my gaze back to him, but Gael isn't by my side anymore. "Oh, you idiot, are you leaving me out here?" I growl in irritation, seeing him inside the porch, opening the front door.

"I believe no