Jakob chuckled. "Gifts," he muttered. "The gift of disappearing."
Frustrated, he opened a new tab to find a distraction. He clicked on a bookmarked site for a local artisan boutique, and there, in bold, pulsing letters at the top of the page, was a banner: — Check out the current gifts. PREVERI AKTUALNA DARILA
As he scrolled, a specific box caught his eye. It was made of olive wood, with a map of the Adriatic coast etched into the lid. He realized then that he shouldn't be looking for a way to leave ; he should be looking for a way to stay —at least in spirit. Jakob chuckled