Chapter 47 You're Not My Type

• The flight continued in tense silence, broken only by the steady hum of the engines. But Serena's thoughts were loud enough. Countless questions swirled in her mind about what might be in store for her in Mexico. She tried to push the fears away, but they always managed to creep back in.
• Taking a deep breath, Serena leaned back into her seat. A little nap might be exactly what she needed. Her eyelids flickered shut, and soon she drifted off.
• The gentle thud of the jet touching down stirred her awake. She blinked groggily, realizing how exhausted she must have been.