CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The flight to Greece was going to take over eight hours. Emily wasn’t particularly looking forward to it, especially since their last flight abroad—to Cornwall, in England—had made her extremely sick. Chantelle, too, had been something of a handful last time around. Occupying an eight-year-old, especially an extremely energetic one like Chantelle, was no easy task. And then there was the issue of Daniel.
She hadn’t spoken to him about the misunderstanding yesterday. Partially because she’d been too busy arranging everything at the inn for their week-long absence, and he, in turn, was arranging the same with his work. But it was always because she just didn’t want to have that same fight with him over again. They’d been through this before, with Daniel failing to see wher
