Later that evening on the plane, Ari caught herself nodding off, but the swivel club chair didn’t lend itself well to sleep.

“Would you like to try and get some rest?” Lillian asked, her eyes sympathetic. “We have several more hours to go and won’t arrive in Estrea until morning.”

“Yes, but these chairs make it nearly impossible,” Ari blurted out before thinking. The fallout with both her mother and sister, along with spending the afternoon shopping, had taken ...