Chapter 86

• Scarlett's head rested gently against Lincoln's broad shoulder as sleep gradually overtook her weary senses. The steady vibration of the aircraft wrapped her in a blanket of drowsiness that she couldn't resist.
• It was only the gentle, melodious voice of the flight attendant that eventually stirred her from her deep slumber, causing her bleary eyes to flutter open like delicate butterfly wings greeting the morning sun.
• Although the private jet was impressively spacious and undeniably opulent, featuring leather seats that cost more than most people's cars, it hadn't provided them with any meaningful relief from their bone-deep exhaustion.