Mia POV

　　Los Angeles

　　The private jet, usually a symbol of luxury and comfort, felt more like a prison as I sat beside Patrick in silence. My thoughts swirled with the tormenting idea that it was all my fault. The deep-rooted sense of responsibility for what had happened to Sebastian gnawed at me, leaving me with a heavy heart and a mind clouded with guilt.

　　Patrick, ever perceptive, seemed to understand the turmoil within me. He had been there since ...