The return flight to New York was silent—nearly too silent. Zac sat across from Mia in the plush leather seat of the private jet, his focus entirely on the iPad he was holding.
The low hum of the engines filled the space, yet Mia’s racing thoughts overshadowed it. She kept stealing glances at Zac, observing his clenched jaw and unreadable expression. He didn’t seem upset, but he also wasn’t acting like himself.
The flight should have been relaxing—luxurious, even—but it wasn’t. Something had shifted. The warmth they once shared had vanished, replaced by a distance Mia couldn’t bridge. Yes, Zac had every reason to suspect her, but he was wrong. She knew the truth, but proving it to him before it was too late felt impossible.
As the plane landed, the car pulled up near the jet. Mia steppe
