“To the airport.”
***
An hour later, Lucia stepped onto the private jet Francesca had ready.
She checked her phone—over a dozen missed calls from Jared. Her inbox was a mess:
[Press conference starts in 30. Where are you?]
[Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you skip this, I’ll never touch you again!]
[Where the hell are you?!]
The more unhinged he got, the calmer she felt.
She powered off her phone, yanked out the SIM, and tossed it aside.
As the jet picked up speed on the runway, she closed her eyes.
‘Goodbye, Jared.
‘Goodbye, bio parents.’
Four years ago, their lives weren’t tangled.
From now on, they never would be again.
