Daphne’s POV

My heart thrums with excitement and trepidation as the wheels of the plane roll along the tarmac. The jolt is electric, pushing me forward despite the seat belt. Grabbing Christian on my hip, still wrapped in his blanket, soundly asleep, I looked out the window as the plane taxis to the gate.

Manhattan.

I don't know how I feel about being back here after three years. Of course, I am a different person than when I left, but I can still scent the pain in the air. I still remember ...