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After Lycia fell asleep, I rose from the bed and headed into the cabin of the plane, unable to sleep.
Evelyn looked up as soon as she saw me. “May I get you something?"
I nodded, letting out a deep breath as I sat in the club chair next to the window and leaned back to relax. “Bourbon, neat."
A smile lit her lips. “Coming right up." She darted behind the curtain and was back a moment later. “If you're worried about Lycia and the baby, don't. They'll be fine."
I nodded, taking my drink. “Thanks." Even though Evelyn was the grandmotherly type and easy to talk to, I just wasn't in the mood. I smirked, knowing that I was older than her by several decades. It was ironic that she was giving me advice, but I said nothing about it, knowing she meant well. “I'm fine, but thanks."
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