Chapter 68

• EMMA'S POV
• The flight from San Francisco to Billings, Montana, felt like a transition between two chapters of my life. As the plane soared through the skies, I found myself immersed in tumultuous thoughts, lost in memories that persisted in emerging despite my efforts to keep them at bay.
• As the plane circled over San Francisco, the city lights seemed to dance before my teary eyes. I tried to push away the conflicting memories of Robert, but like a persistent film, they replayed without permission.