46. Ready

LUCAS

The flight was a smooth one. No trouble, no nothing as always… but also, no unnecessary delay. That was the bit everyone appreciated.

Perhaps it was the flight that brought memories of those very many times Mum and I travelled. All those years she kept having us move because she felt the weather was unkind, or my school was too small, or the neighbours were too lousy, or that she didn't feel comfortable in that region we were. On the real, her problem was that she feared too much for us— most especially, for me.

“How are we feeling?” Damon asked as we waited for the cab he hired online. “Finally we are in Dentrodgey. Hopefully, we see Rugatha and get back on a flight.”

The cab came and we found ourselves a hotel real quick. Damon was very loaded because he didn't seem to mind spending so much money. We could have easily found a decent hotel that was one-sixth the price this one cost, but I wasn't complaining.

We were shown our rooms and Damon told us to freshen up so we coul