Olivia Westview
As the jet took off from Chicago, I leaned back in my seat, staring out the window as the dark sky and distant lights blurred beneath us. The wine sat half-finished on the tray table beside me. I sighed and reached for my phone, fingers tapping quickly to type out a message to Mom.
Hey, just letting you know I’m on my way back to Philly. Should be home in an hour or two.
I stared at the screen, half-expecting a quick reply. It didn’t take long before the phone buzzed, and I glanced down.
That’s great, honey! Can’t wait to see you. Take care. Dinner will be ready when you get here.
A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Thanks, Mom. Looking forward to dinner.
I set the phone down, closing my eyes as the steady hum of the engines filled the cabin. The flight wa
