Bella immediately began searching for the nearest flights to City F. Her fingers flew across the screen of her phone, but with each swipe, her hope faded. The results only made her heart sink further. Almost every available flight was scheduled for early morning, and the few late night options were either completely full or marked with long delays. The trip, which should have been simple, now felt frustratingly out of reach.
She let out a quiet, frustrated breath, the bright light of her phone screen casting a lonely glow on her worried face in the dark car.
William had been watching her, observing the tension in her shoulders and the anxious way she chewed her lip. After a long moment, he broke the silence with a calm, thoughtful suggestion. "Why don't you take my private jet?"
