We left for LA on Mason's private jet. Truth be told, I had no idea how to carry myself in that kind of comfort.
The only other time I'd been on a plane was that summer I traveled to LA, and my parents made sure to book the cheapest seat money could buy. Cramped, middle row, somebody's elbow in my ribs the whole way. Calling that an experience and calling this one the same word felt like a crime.
Lior, on the other hand, had never flown before, and being six, he had zero interest in hiding what he felt about it. He kept spinning around announcing how big the jet was, how soft the seats were.
Mason and Chase watched him with these fond little smiles, like his wonder was the cutest thing in the world. To them, this was nothing out of the ordinary.
If only they knew the only thing keeping
