A chill ran down my spine and all the way up to my neck, when the private jet landed at the private airport in New York City. My stomach churned, and I had to drink an entire bottle of water to stop myself from throwing up right there.
Back in New York.
"Are you okay?" Vincent, who was sitting beside me, asked. He had been by my side throughout the whole trip, playing with Tristan in his lap. Now, my little baby was sound asleep in my cousin's comforting arms.
"Yes, of course I'm fine." I lied shamelessly, forcing a smile.
I didn't feel entirely alright. It was inevitable for me to remember part of my life here as Mrs. Lancaster, especially the day I returned from my short vacation in Orlando with the pregnancy test in hand, nervous about telling Alexander that he was going to be a fat
