The first week was mostly uneventful. There were no attacks from the enemy, no raids, no bloodshed. We peacefully travelled from one town to the other in our cars, passing through streets of curious bystanders and citizens.
We would stop occasionally for a hot meal or to rest for the night, relying on our allies within the country.
During those nights, Sophie and I found glimpses of the life we had left behind– home-cooked meals around a lively dinner table, soft blankets, and well-fluffed pillows. Innocent laughter, jokes, and tales of awkward days.
We relished those small moments of happiness and soon found ourselves again. She forgave me, finally accepting that I would have followed her no matter what she did or did not include in the letter.
Life was good… For a while.