Chapter 7 Transformed

• THREE YEARS LATER
• Thank God we finally landed. I was almost suffocating in this plane. The moment the tires hit the ground, I exhaled sharply and unclipped my seat belt. Beside me, little Lior was fast asleep, his head resting on my arm, his soft curls tickling my skin. My three-year-old son — the one I never planned for, the one Cole had left me with.
• I glanced down at him and smiled faintly. “We’re home, baby,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead.