Hailey's POV
My mind was hazy as if I were trapped in a dream.
My body alternated between chills and fever, a wave of discomfort washing over me.
I could feel Nash holding me close, his body trembling slightly.
Every time his breath enveloped me, the pain would lessen, and I would instinctively lean closer.
"When will the plane be ready?" I heard Nash ask, his voice laced with suppressed anger.
Noah's voice held a hint of tension. "Chief, if we use the private jet now, we'll need to file the flight plan with the state government. If that is so, Anna will know our whereabouts."
"It'll take three days by car. Hailey can't wait that long."
How could I tell him that as long as he held me, I didn't feel so bad? It was just that I didn't have the strength to wake up from this dream
