Ten Days to Leave My Stepbrother (Beatrice) novel Chapter 10

**Across Quiet Meadows Rise Dreams Waiting For Their Moment – Chapter 10**

The clock struck eight as the direct flight from New York to London lifted off from the bustling JFK International Airport, the engines roaring to life and propelling them into the vast sky.

As the plane ascended, a wave of fatigue enveloped Beatrice, wrapping around her like a warm blanket. She could no longer fight it; her eyelids grew heavy, and she surrendered to the pull of sleep, her dark-rimmed eyes fluttering shut.

Time seemed to slip away, and she found herself in a deep slumber that lasted over seven hours. When she finally stirred, the reality of her situation washed over her like a refreshing breeze. Beatrice blinked against the artificial light of the cabin, realizing with a mix of disbelief and relief that she had truly embarked on this journey, leaving her past behind.

Here she was, alone in a foreign land, far removed from the familiar embrace of her homeland. This new chapter was one she had never envisioned for herself; the thought of it both exhilarated and terrified her.

As she reflected on her departure, a surprising calm settled within her. Saying goodbye hadn’t been the gut-wrenching ordeal she had anticipated. Instead, it was a gentle release, a soft exhale of relief. Loneliness, too, felt different than she had imagined—not a crushing weight, but a quiet space filled with possibilities.

With this newfound perspective, Beatrice felt a sense of ease washing over her. She retrieved her phone, her fingers deftly navigating to the list of reminders she had meticulously crafted before her flight. Each item was a lifeline, a reassurance that she had planned for this moment.

Her apartment in London was all set up, stocked with the essentials for her daily life, leaving her with little to fret about. Yet, one lingering thought gnawed at her—a question that hovered in her mind like a shadow. It was about the boy who had orchestrated this entire transition for her, the childhood fiancé her mother had spoken of in hushed tones.

What was his name again?

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The name escaped her, slipping through her fingers like sand. In a moment of desperation, she fished out the note her mother had given her, the ink still fresh, and added his number on WhatsApp.

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