As we stepped onto the plane, I adjusted the strap of my bag over my shoulder, guiding the kids toward their seats in first class. The noise of the airport faded, and for a brief moment, the only sounds were the rhythmic thrum of the plane’s engines and the occasional murmur of the passengers around us.
I was reaching to put my purse aside when I suddenly collided with something solid.
A firm hand caught my arm before I could stumble back.
“Whoa, careful there,” a deep, familiar voice said.
I looked up, my breath catching in my throat.
Standing in front of me was a tall, well-dressed man. His sharp cheekbones, warm hazel eyes, and neatly styled hair were all too familiar.
I knew him.
“Rosé?”
My stomach clenched.
Elliot.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The shock and surpri
