PROLOGUE

Tue, 10 Jun 2025 09:30:52 +0000

Paris had always been more than a home. It was a feeling—a gentle hum beneath my skin, stitched into every memory I held dear. The cobbled streets, the amber glow of the streetlights casting shadows like whispers, the hushed lullaby of the Seine—it all felt alive, like the city had been cradling me in its arms all these years. And now, in two days, I’d be leaving it behind.