~Joan~

We arrived in Paris seven hours later. Aaron and I spent most of the time in silence, likely mulling over what I’d said back at my apartment.

Rhoda called me the moment my feet touched the ground. I glanced at Aaron, who was making his way to a black SUV. I trailed behind him at a slow pace, answering the call.

“Hi,” I muttered, hearing her annoyed huff in response.

“Seriously, where have you been? Your line’s been unreachable all day,” she snapped, and I raised an eyebrow. ...