Chapter 59

Lola

I hadn't taken a flight in what—years, maybe. A vacation had been out of reach after my father fell ill and being in a plane only thrusted me into a nostalgic hole.

Reid entwined his fingers with mine, bringing the back of my hand to his lips. I sighed wryly at the placating gesture, throwing my head back to the head rest.

“Madeline will be fine,” he said with a high level of assurance.

“You don't know that,” I retorted with palpable doubt.

“She will,” he ...