Finishing the videos
When Jane returned home that day, she hid her stress and fear behind a smile. The terror of showing the truth was too great.
In her mind, it was a fact as solid as that the sky was blue, that Tristan could easily bring the vision he described into reality if he wanted to.
She was allowed to live her life only as long as Tristan didn't remember about her existence—that was clear to her.
That evening, she told her mother,
"I'm tired… There's been too many stressful thoughts in my head recently. I think I need a vacation. In Italy, maybe—I always wanted to try authentic Neapolitan pizza."
And not a week later, Jane dropped all her existing obligations and went to Italy, not specifying when she would return.
Far away from Tristan, the sun and the sea felt much friendlier out there than in California, and hot Italian men distracted Jane from the thoughts about Tristan…