I hold Dylan's VISA in my hand. Here we are at the airport, because today is our flight to New York. Maybe he noticed my anxiety a little bit which is why he stopped walking for a moment.

"Are you all right?" Worry appeared on his face. I nodded and smiled lightly.

"I'm fine Dylan. I just can't help but think about what's waiting for us in New York. I mean, we have business there. And Papa told me I can bother myself there too." He came closer to me and then caressed the surface of my ...