“Sweetheart, you head on to the plane; I’ve got something to sort out and I’ll be right behind you,” Henry urged.

Giselle had questions burning on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them down.

As she settled into her seat on the plane, her gaze kept drifting to the window, though the view offered no glimpse of Henry or his companions.

Time slowly marched on, punctuated by the intercom’s repeated calls for boarding.

“Giselle, what’s the matter?” ...