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Chapter 37 Arrivals

Author: Moonchild
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-10 18:53:22

Isla

The jet was quiet, like the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you aware of every breath you take. Sienna sat beside me with her knees tucked close, headphones in, head leaned back, but her thoughts were nowhere near sleep. Her fingers tapped an anxious rhythm against her thigh—something she only did when she was trying to swallow worry whole.

And Zayne…Zayne was nowhere.

Not once did I see him after boarding. Not a glimpse of his stupidly perfect face, not the swipe of a
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