Hailey's POV
We were in the air within two hours.
That alone should have terrified me—how quickly my life had narrowed down to a single direction, a single destination I hadn't chosen but could no longer avoid. One moment I was shaking in the dark of an underground parking garage, reading a message that cracked the foundation of everything I thought I knew, and the next I was stepping onto a private jet that smelled like leather, citrus, and inevitability.
The jet was obscene in its luxury.
Cream-colored leather seats, polished wood paneling, soft recessed lights that glowed like a permanent sunset and a floating palace designed to make the distance between continents feel insignificant.
To me, it felt like a cage.
The engines roared to life beneath my feet, a low, cons
