Elisabeth's POV
Slipping away from Jefferson in a foreign country probably ranked among my worst decisions, but I refused to let that stop me. During my previous trip to Spain with my parents, they had dragged me around like an obedient child, never letting me experience anything on my own terms. That version of myself no longer existed. While Jefferson had promised me freedom, I could see him beginning to revert to his controlling ways, and I needed to escape before I suffocated completely.
The note had been a stroke of genius. I wanted to explore Spain without him breathing down my neck, hunting me down like some escaped prisoner. That eager little boy had been more than happy to deliver my message, though I wished I could have tipped him properly.
