Chapter 66
Adam
“P
lease fasten your seatbelts. We expect a bumpy ride until we’re on the ground.”
The announcement from the flight deck is unwelcome. I clutch the armrests, my knuckles turning white.
“Are you okay?” asks the old lady sitting beside me.
“I don’t like flying.”
“Then you picked the wrong day for a plane ride,” she chuckles. Seeing my horrified expression, she pats my hand. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. It’s only a storm passing through.”
Only?
I smile grimly, with one pressing thought running through my head.
If I don’t make it, Evie will never know how I feel.
Twenty-five minutes later, we touch down. I’ve never been happier to be on terra firma.
“See? Everything is right as rain . . . or snow, as the case may be,” the old lady says, looking out the window before unbuckling her seatbelt.
Not if Evie refuses to see me.
Then nothing will ever be right again.