I jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, gasping for breath before slumping back into the airplane seat, still shaken.
That damn nightmare again—my messed-up past life just wouldn’t leave me alone.
Instinctively, I placed a hand on my flat stomach. A chill spread through me, and the guilt hit like a wave. I let out a bitter laugh, trying to pull myself together.
“Isabella Carter, it’s over now. Let it go.”
This time, Jordan Bryant didn’t die because of me. I still had a shot at making things right.
As for the baby... I shut my eyes, heart heavy. Some things just weren’t meant to be.
One thing’s for sure, I wasn’t going to be a mom again.
The plane landed at five. Maybe I caught a chill in the air—they keep those cabins freezing. I couldn’t stop sneezing, but there was
