CHAPTER 39
AS THE LIGHTS of London faded beneath me, the flutters didn’t leave, no matter how much I willed them away. I’d tried to kid myself the feeling was due to my lack of flying practice, but now we were airborne, I had to admit to the possibility of another cause.
“Do you want your salad?” Bradley asked.
I shook my head. My appetite had deserted me, left behind somewhere in the vicinity of Lower Foxford.
Along with a small piece of heart and a lightness I hadn’t felt in years. Maybe ever. Had I made the right decision to leave? Had I really? When I thought of Luke and Tia, I almost turned the plane around once, twice, three times, but head overruled heart, and I continued on my course. They were better off without me. What did I have to offer apart from hassle and heartache?
No
