Theodore's Pov
Restlessness coils in my chest like a tightly wound spring. The weight of the upcoming confrontation with Chris, coupled with the realization that Juniper is finally willing to face the past, keeps my mind on edge. I sit at the desk in my hotel room, fingers drumming lightly against the polished wood. The dim glow of my laptop screen casts a faint blue light across the room, but my attention is elsewhere.
Without overthinking, I pick up my phone and dial Tom, the pilot of my private plane. The call barely rings twice before his familiar, professional voice answers.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Blackwood. How may I help you today?"
"Hello, Tom. I need to fly back to New York early next Friday morning, and I need to be back by Sunday afternoon."
Tom doesn’t hesitate. "Sure, I can
