Chapter 32: The Runaway

Periodically, Elouise would glance back at me, just to ensure that I was still there. And when I made eye contact with her, I could have sworn that I felt a deep connection – one that, perhaps, had been put together by the aura of my silver cord.

After what seemed like a very brief stretch of time, we at last arrived to our final destination: none other than the Vatican. A great deal of time had indeed lapsed, so I knew – but Elouise’s ...