THIRTY-EIGHT
Being alone on the plane didn’t feel strange until she left the master suite. In minimal light, walking through the empty sections was eerie. Like it was haunted. In a way, it was. Each area conjured a different memory. Sitting on Zairn’s lap. Eating with the Crimson crew. Chatting with the assistants and letting Zairn down gently. All the way through to the club zone where she’d partied with her girls.
So much had changed. About her life. About who she was. The travel contributed, of course it did. The experience of cities she’d only dreamed about before was a factor. The people. The parties. The details influenced her identity, her goals. Her horizons were broader. Sometimes anything seemed possible; sometimes she was a stranger to herself.
In the back of the car on the w
