I had to keep myself from crying on the plane all the way from Arvendon to Paelford. It didn’t work very well. If I had truly been okay with leaving Jacob, I would’ve left the ring. But I didn’t, and now it sat heavily on my finger, reminding me of the mistake that I had just made. I wanted to bang my head against the seat in front of me. I had been too hasty, and now it was too late to make amends. Jacob wouldn’t take me back after this.
I found a large group of people surrounding the giant TV that usually displayed the weather or news in the airport. I texted my father to pick me up but got no immediate response. So, I sat on a bench to wait. A familiar voice rang out from the screen. I expected it to be Glenn or his father, King Ulysses. But, when I looked up, I was surprised a
