Chapter 66

Adam

"P

lease fasten your seatbelts. We expect a bumpy ride until we're on the ground."

The announcement from the flight deck is unwelcome. I clutch the armrests, my knuckles turning white.

"Are you okay?" asks the old lady sitting beside me.

"I don't like flying."

"Then you picked the wrong day for a plane ride," she chuckles. Seeing my horrified expression, she pats my hand. "Don't worry, we'll be fine. It's only a storm passing through."

Only?

I smile grimly, with one pressing thought running through my head.

If I don't make it, Evie will never know how I feel.

Twenty-five minutes later, we touch down. I've never been happier to be on terra firma.

"See? Everything is right as rain . . . or snow, as the case may be," the old lady says, looking out the window before unbuckling her seatbelt.

Not if Evie refuses to see me.

Then nothing will ever be right again.