* Claire’s POV *
Time seemed to pass very slowly as we fly south. I was sitting on a plush, leather seat in the private jet, nursing Sarah in my arms while I stared out the window at the clouds beneath us. I can't help but steal a glance at William, brooding quietly across from me. His eyes are fixed on the window as well, but I know he's not seeing the clouds outside. I can see the crease of worry etched on his forehead, and the tightness of his jaw. Rio’s death had hit him hard, and he blamed himself mostly for it.
I wish I could help to lighten his mood. William has always been the strong one, but lately, it seems like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. I know he's been struggling not just with the exposure of our kind, but with the pressure of running the company as well,
