The rest of the flight was a muted affair, thick with unsaid words and simmering tension. Jessica sat rigid in her seat, arms crossed, eyes fixed outside the window as if the clouds held the answers she desperately needed. Beside her, Mark busied himself with emails, pretending to work while occasionally glancing her way, as though trying to decipher the sudden cold front he hadn't seen coming. Neither of them spoke.
The only person who seemed remotely pleased with the situation was Veronica.
She glided through the cabin like a queen on a throne she didn’t need to earn. With her snow-white complexion, platinum-blonde hair in a perfectly styled twist, and a body that knew how to own designer labels, she exuded an air of polished superiority. In a country as richly diverse as Guyana—home t
