I watched suspiciously out the windows as Scott and his partner drove me through unfamiliar streets. I’d placed my faith in someone I didn’t know, someone who sure as hell hadn’t earned it. It wasn’t until we pulled up to the small airport that my pulse attempted to resume a normal cadence. It finally found its rhythm as I boarded the private plane.

It seemed like with each passing minute the questions continued to mount with no answers in sight.

Had I made the ...