Chapter 8

• The journey to the airport was quiet, the tension fierce and thick in the air. Johny was waiting at the private jet, his tall figure leaning casually against the aircraft. His piercing gaze locked onto Ariel's as she approached, but he didn’t speak.
• As the jet took off, Ariel’s heart beats faster than usual. She stared at the gleaming city beneath the sun, its opulence a cruel contrast to the memories it held for her.
• In the jet, Johny sat across her, absorbed in his phone. He didn’t spare her a glance, nor did he offer any words of comfort. Ariel was fine with the silence; she needed it to steel herself for what lay ahead of her.