And then I was off the plane, walking onto the jet bridge that would lead me into Tocumen Airport. It was a path I’d followed many, many times, but this was it. I needed to step away. For good.
As Hopeton had said the year before, back when I was already plotting my escape from the endless Heir/Spare echo chamber, any karma I’d had with Olmando had finally played itself out. I was ready to move on with a clear mind and heart.
Doe had no idea I was heading back to Panama City. Wilkie would be waiting for me at the curb.
