Chapter 7
Nora's POV
The jet smelled like leather and fresh air. Mia was curled up in the wide cream seat across from me, her head resting against a small pillow, her eyes heavy with sleep. She had stopped asking questions an hour ago, somewhere over the dark stretch of highway between the life we left and the life we were flying toward.
Now, she slept with her mouth slightly open and her dance bag tucked under her arm like a teddy bear.
I watched her and felt something loosen in my chest. I was sitting straight, my hands folded on my lap, a glass of water untouched on the table beside me. Julian was seated across the aisle, working quietly on his laptop.
He hadn't bombarded me with questions. He hadn't told me "I told you so," even though he had every right to.
Eight years ago, w
