The hum of the jet was soft and steady, a calming contrast to the chaos we had just escaped. The moment the cabin door sealed shut, the world outside disappeared, and my lungs finally found air that did not cut me on the way in. I sank into one of the white leather seats like my bones had turned to sand, trembling in the relief that came from silence.
I was still wearing the sunglasses, even though I did not need them anymore. They felt like a shield, the last barrier between me and the reality of what I had done. My fingers were curled tight in my lap, hands shaking slightly from the rush of panic that still pulsed under my skin.
Chase sat across from me at first, watching me with an expression that was not anger this time, but something harder to read. His brow was lowered in thought,
