GINA’S POV

I could tell we had already arrived in Brasov when we drove past a signpost that implied that. Devyn and I had small talks along the way, and it was warming to think that we could conversate without arguing. He was kinder, though he still got angry from time to time, but I could see he was trying his best to control it.

We made a stop at a nearby gas station so Devyn could fill the gas tank. I suddenly felt the urge to pee, and I knew it had something to do with the ...