**Adaline's P.O.V**
Three days passed by painfully slowly. Sleep was still an issue because of the nightmares. Most of any traumatic event from my childhood leading up to the night I ran away. Being in Paris, a place I once called home, was bringing up some things I thought were long forgotten. But I guess it was always there in my fear and paranoia as I lived my life, waiting to be triggered. Cecile suffered from her own nightmares, remembering life as a child and piecing together what was really going on. I am relieved she believes me, but sad it had to be this way. Olivier and Cecile used to visit father's grave once a week, but since everything started they hadn't been back.
I sat in the living room, the sun not yet making its presence known, thinking about what would happen today.
