Chapter 25
NAOMI
Thursday morning
Going back to Chicago the next morning feels a helluva lot like walking the plank into the abyss.
Landing back in the city isn’t like landing anywhere else. Not that I have much experience to compare.
Even on a misty morning, where the Chicago skies are gray and rainy and my thoughts are on the conversation I know is coming with Sevin, the sight of Lake Michigan and skyline in the distance are mesmerizing—soul-soothing in a strange sort of way.
Unfortunately, there’s nothing soothing about the flight attendant sashaying our way.
In the midst of trying to figure out how I’m going to break the news to Sevin, about possibly quitting my job and—scariest of all, Sawyer—the first flight attendant heads our way, eyes on the man beside me.
She’s beautiful—
