ISABELLA
The moment the wheels touched the ground, I felt like I could finally breathe again.
The tension in the cabin had been suffocating—too many things said, too many things not said. Nova stirred against my chest, but he didn’t wake as the jet taxied down the runway, his small fingers curled into the fabric of my sweater.
Christian hadn’t spoken since our last exchange.
I should have been relieved.
Instead, my skin still burned from the weight of his words. I never stopped loving you.
I shook the thought away as the jet came to a slow halt. A flight attendant appeared, politely informing us that we’d arrived.
I forced myself to focus. “We should go.”
Christian stood, stretching slightly before grabbing his suit jacket and reaching for the diaper bag. “I’ll carry him.”
I stif
