“Where are we headed?” Prim asked, as she took off her seatbelt in the private jet. 

Luck was truly on their side today. The cops had arrived only a few minutes after their jet was airborne.

“Santorini.” Egan responded. 

Her jaw fell. 

She had never visited her father’s country before, or her mother’s even. They could never afford the cost of such travels.

Egan placed his hand on her belly. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” she said, although she felt mild cramps ...