Ari looked out the window of the plane, enjoying the puffy white clouds below, placed in the sky as if God himself had set them there.

“Are you okay?” Grayson asked, refilling her champagne glass.

Ari nodded and took a sip. “I’m fine.”

Grayson tilted his head to the side. “Are you sure? You’ve been quiet since we left.”

A broad smile spread across her face. “I’m glad that you and my mother are finally getting along.” Then she tucked her free arm ...