He smiled.
Megan eagerly opened it.
Then everything changed.
Her expression collapsed.
She looked at the bracelets, read the note, and hurried toward the restroom.
Ryan stared at the contents, his face turning crimson.
He immediately began searching the cabin.
But I lowered my head.
He hadn’t found me.
Not yet.
Twenty minutes into the flight, Ryan finally appeared beside my seat.
“Kylie?”
I looked up calmly.
“Hello, Ryan.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Flying to Chicago.”
“Why?”
“Mom’s in the hospital.”
His expression changed.
“Is she okay?”
“She’s stable.”
He reached for my hand.
I pulled away.
“Don’t.”
Ryan glanced nervously toward the other passengers.
“We need to talk.”
“About the jewelry box?”
He swallowed.
“Kylie, things aren’t what they seem.”
I almost laughed.
“I watched you kiss Megan.”
His shoulders dropped.
“It’s complicated.”
“Eighteen years of marriage, three children, and that’s your explanation?”
