Amelia’s POV

The soft bump of the plane’s wheels against the runway snapped me out of my thoughts. We were finally back in LA.

And I was back to reality, back to the noise, the cameras, work and… every other thing I’d been trying not to think about since I was attacked.

Through the small window, I could already see flashing lights in the distance, paparazzi waiting near the private jet terminal. My chest tightened instantly.

I wasn’t ready.

Not for the crowd or ...