Chapter Eighty Five

One Year Ago:

The car Agatha stole remained parked near a dumpster as she jumped to the back seat, changing her clothes and pulling on Mario’s clothes that she stole as well. Once she was done, she opened the door, bundling up her old clothes and dumping them on the dumpster. Once done, she stared at her surroundings, noticing there to be no surveillance in this area.

Good. The next time I’m caught on camera, it won’t be me you will see.

Pulling her cap lower over the eyes with her hairs tied up in a bun inside, she got back in the car, finally driving deeper into the city. Deeper into Paris.

She stared around her, at the road and they slowly shifted from empty hills and cliffs to something more with life, houses and barns coming now and then just like at the end of Milan. She had been driving for a whole day, and she was hungry, more so because of the life growing inside her.

I don’t get hungry easily, but because of you, I am. Agatha gritted her teeth, staring directly at the road.