Going home, back to her parents' estate nestled in the scenic and gently rolling hills just outside of Paris was never an option once she'd boarded that plane without so much as a fleeting backwards glance to everything that she would be leaving behind. She could remember sitting there with the Englishman sitting there beside her as sage eyes watched the buildings and roads get ever smaller as their freedom, her freedom, carried her farther and further away from that place which had become a cage for her when it should have been a home. There was nothing that she regretted, no trace of remorse when she big her parents farewell for the last time - not that they truly believed she wouldn't come home. Her mother had been the only one to see her off at the airport, and even she had seemed so certain that the dark-haired woman would want to return after she "saw that the grass was not as green on the other side", as she had softly put it as she hugged Adelaide tightly once more. Oh, if her mother would have known just how wrong those words of hers had been, then she likely would not have dared to try and stop the French woman from placing as much distance between them as she could. Yes, there was the memory of a little girl somewhere within Adelaide's guarded heart that

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