Zoe POV

The private jet cuts through clouds like butter.

I press my face against the window. Watch the landscape shrink below us.

'I'm really doing this. I'm really going to see Noah.'

The thought makes my stomach twist.

But when I turn back to the cabin, the anxiety fades slightly.

James sits across from me. Laptop open. His expression is focused, serious. Every inch the CEO handling important business.

Jacob sprawls in the seat next to him. He's ...