Alexia – POV
As I stepped out of the bathroom, the soft, professional voice of the flight attendant echoed through the cabin speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing shortly. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."
I stood there for a moment, frozen in place, staring down the long aisle of the private jet. My fingers curled around the edge of the doorframe as uncertainty crawled its way back into my chest. My eyes flicked toward Aiden.
He was seated where I had left him, but now he sat stiffly, shoulders tense, gaze fixed on the clouds beyond the window as though he could will himself into another universe.
I shouldn't go over there.
I shouldn't.
He remembered. I saw it in his eyes before I locked myself away in the bathroom—rage, betrayal, disbelief. He knew who I was. Who I had been. The monster I used to be.
But I couldn't sit across the cabin like a coward.
I couldn't keep running from this. Not anymore.
