Chapter 18

"I moved here when I was six from Valencia. It's my home town back in Spain." Alex begins, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

"What is it like?" I ask him softly, clutching my legs tightly. I'm trying to keep warm, the more sober I get, the more I feel the harsh wind.

"It's beautiful, the buildings are grand and built with such precision. The weather is great and the beaches are filled with golden sand. The ocean is always warm and clear, I spent my entire summer doing...