Soon, the plane has arrived at another small airport and starts to descend. Nerves kick in this time and I start to feel nauseous.
Albert has probably noticed my face go pale because he places his hand on top of mine where it is clutching the seat with a desperate tightness. The fact that he cares about me makes me really happy, making my anxiety go away. I feel a lot calmer as the plane finally lands.
I am filled with so much happiness, knowing I have gone far away from home. I haven't felt this happy in a long time. I feel so liberated.
We find another car waiting as soon as we leave through the opaque doors of the airport. Back home, my family owns private jets and cars, so I recognize expensive cars when I see them. And the car Albert has guided me to looks to be extremely expensi
