Lyla

Prince.

That word kept rattling inside of my head.

“Wow!” Melanie put her hands against the window and looked out onto the busy streets that we passed by. “This place is amazing, Lyla.”

I nodded vaguely, looking out my window with a sense of dread looming over me.

Prince?

There was no way. That had to be a nickname, right?

Maybe the stewardess ...