Chapter 95

• The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a different kind of tension. The thought of my father contacting me any moment, requesting that I go over to France, made my stomach twist into knots. I had managed to push the thought aside during the graduation celebration, but now it lingered, refusing to be ignored.
• I had managed to ignore the thought for the last four years, convincing myself that I had time. But now, with graduation now over and the real world looming ahead, the inevitability of my father's request settled in.
• I knew what that meant - leaving Xavier and the girls, leaving behind the only life I'd known for the past four and a half years. The thought of being separated from Xavier and the girls was unbearable. Our relationship, built on laughter and tears, late-night conversations, and stolen glances, was about to be put to the ultimate test.