Look My Way
I exhaled shakily, my chest tight with something that wasn’t quite relief and not quite sorrow.
He hadn’t even looked twice.
I watched their figures disappear into the crowd, realizing how strange it was—
how, even at the end, it was Jane who helped me escape.
“Wendy?” Shaun’s voice pulled me back. “It’s time for security.”
I nodded, clutching my passport.
At the checkpoint, Shaun handed me a small postcard.
“Here. You can mail this home once you settle in. Just so they know you’re safe.”
The photo showed a vast glacier—blue and endless.