Nathaniel’s POV
I was staring through the airplane window, waiting for my pilot to inform me that we were clear to take off.
I was nervous as f**k. I couldn't wait to get there and see my love. I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms and tell her how sorry I was.
But would she let me hold her? Would she let me tell her how much I loved her? Did I lose her forever?
A sharp pain spread through my chest.
No.
I couldn't think like that. I had to believe that she would give me another chance. I had to believe that she would forgive me. I had to believe it because if I didn’t it would kill me.
My phone rang and I looked at the screen. It was my father.
My vision reddened and my fists clenched involuntarily. I wanted to punch the fucker.
I answered the call even though I didn’t want to.
