Chapter 49: About to Take Off
Cassandra
The days started to fly by, and before I knew it, the day of the trip to Colombia had arrived.
There was something almost therapeutic about the sound of the zipper closing as I packed the last suitcase. My room was filled with boxes and open suitcases, clothes neatly folded, and personal items scattered all over the bed. It was an organized chaos, a physical manifestation of what I was feeling inside: a mix of excitement, nervousness, and a strange relief at the impending departure to Colombia.
I closed the suitcase and looked around, sighing. Three months away from all of this. Away from family pressures, the constant murmurs about my relationship with Warrick, the ever-watchful eyes that seemed to follow our every move. I didn’t know if Colombi
