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chapter twenty four. pick it up, pick it all up, and start again.
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Althea stands on her balcony — it's the last few hours of Zandvoort. She didn't watch the race — nor did she care about it either. Or well, she does care but she'll just get the summary from her brother anyway.
She's got a martini in her hand and she walks back into the apartment, her eyes skimming the bare walls, grimacing at the thought of her life here. Everything had been sent to Mexico already — the only thing left to do was go to the airport.
She makes a checklist in her mind to check she has everything. Suitcase, bag, blanket, phone, wallet and portable charger. She repeats the checklist to herself quietly under her breath.
She glanced at the two cat carriers and smiles. "Regresaremos a casa," she says softly. She knows it's a 26 hour flight — but she's prepared. She'll make two stops, one in Madrid and then one in Mexico city.
For someone who had made exacrly one impulsive move just five years ago to going back to where she came from, she felt content.
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Augustine looks at Willa and then at George. "Where is he going...?" Augustine asks as they attempt to follow him through the airport.
"I don't know! I have a flight home!" Willa called out. "We left Léa with Charles' mom and my separation anxiety is kicking in!"
Augustine watches as Willa disappears into a crowd and she pulls George aside finally after what seems like an eternity, breathless. "Where are you going...?"
"I have to go see Althea." he replies. "I probably can't stop her from leaving. I know her. She buys flights in advance — there isn't a point in stopping her."
Augustine furrows a brow. "You keep up with her habits..?"
"She plans ahead. She buys flights at least a month ahead." George explains as they maneuver through the lines and through crowds, Augustine barely keeping up.
