Cora
The hum of the plane was strangely soothing. I stared out the small oval window, watching clouds drift beneath us like ghosts.
I’d told Rock I just needed a break. He was the only one I’d told because I knew he was the only person who wasn’t attached to my recent drama who would be willing and eager to look after my son.
What I hadn’t said to Rock was that I needed to breathe without the weight of suspicion crushing me. Again. First the poison, then the photo scandal, and now the leaked files I supposedly accessed. No matter what I did, someone found a way to paint me as the villain.
And then there were Daisy and Billy.
Maybe leaving wasn’t just a vacation. Maybe it was an escape.
I turned from the window, only to blink in surprise at the familiar man taking the seat beside
