CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Emily was a nervous wreck for the entire flight, her mind going through every possible scenario over and over. Terrified didn’t come close to describing how she felt, it was closer to distraught. She’d never felt anything like it in her life.
“Are you a nervous flier?” the gentleman beside her asked, glancing at her white knuckles clutching the armrests.
Emily didn’t even know how to respond, how to put into words that her fear was unrelated to flying, that it was potentially far more catastrophic. She decided it was easier to just nod and agree. At least that way she’d have an excuse not to utter any words.
The gentleman smiled. “It’s the safest form of transport,” he said, echoing a mantra she’d heard Kieran tell her time and time again.
“I know,” she squeaked,
