Isla’s POV Isla’s Saturday had been, for lack of a better word, irritatingly uneventful.Her family had already left ahead of her, leaving her to book a very last minute flight and figure everything out on her own. So instead of traveling together like a normal family, she found herself standing outside, waiting on an Uber and double checking the time, making sure she wouldn’t miss her flight out of Midway.And yes, Midway. Not O’Hare.Of course.By the time she got there, everything felt rushed and overpriced. She checked in at the counter, handed over her bag, and then paused when they told her the total.Her brows furrowed.“When in the hell did Southwest start charging for checked bags?”She sighed, already annoyed. She hadn’t flown Southwest in years, and clearly, things had changed. Still, she paid the fee, because what choice did she have?Once she boarded, it didn’t get much better. Her seat was all the way in the back, her least favorite place to sit. She felt every bump, ev
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