As the plane taxied toward the runway, the studio sent me the name of the person meeting me at the airport. It was Simon, the man in Leah's photograph.
I acknowledged the message and switched my phone to airplane mode. Outside the window, Port Arden's lights slowly receded.
Whenever I'd traveled for work, Luca used to ask me to send him my arrival time. If he was busy, he'd forget and ask the next day whether I'd landed. I'd once thought that as long as he still asked, I still mattered to him.
Now I deleted the itinerary I'd already typed into our chat. When the plane lifted off, I didn't cry.
End of Erin's POV.
At that same moment, Luca was still in the consultation room at the fertility center. Two blank consent forms lay on the table.
The coordinator explained that any further arr
