A shiver ran down my spine all the way to the back of my neck, when the private jet landed at the private airport in New York, my stomach churned and I had to drink a whole bottle of water to avoid throwing up right there.
Back in New York.
"Are you okay?" Vincent asked by my side, he had been by my side throughout the entire trip with Tristan playing on his lap and now my little baby was sound asleep in my cousin's comfortable arms.
"Yes, of course I'm fine." I blatantly lied, smiling.
I didn't feel completely well, it was inevitable to remember part of my life as Mrs. Lancaster, especially remembering as if it had been yesterday, the day I returned from my little vacation in Orlando with the pregnancy test in my hand and nervous to tell Alexander the news that he would be a father. N
