The 200-Year Bride Swap
She hops out, motioning for us to follow as she heads to the rear of the truck.
“Welcome to Marvinda,” she says, sliding open the back door. “This is as far as the truck can take you. The rest of the journey will be on foot.”
Luka scrambles out eagerly, his eyes darting around the dim alley with excitement. For him, this is still part of the adventure, a secret mission through tunnels and hidden paths. I watch him, my heart swelling with a mix of pride and worry. He’s handled so much already, and yet, he carries on with the resilience of someone far older. His small hand slips into mine, and I squeeze it gently, offering him what little comfort I can.