My dad refused to tell me more.When I called back, all he said was, “Come home, Eve. Just come home.”Adam had our bags collected and his jet prepared within the hour. I barely remembered leaving. One moment I was beside the bed, and the next runway lights streaked past the window.The second the jet lifted, my stomach dropped. “What if we are too late?”Adam sat beside me, his hand locked around mine. I buried my face in his shirt and cried until breathing hurt.Adam held me through it, rubbing my back, kissing my hair and reminding me to breathe when panic closed my throat.“I was laughing while she was sick,” I said. “We were lying in bed talking about her poisoning you.”Adam lifted my face. “You didn’t know.”For the flight, I stayed folded against his side beneath his coat. He answered every question patiently, even when I asked it twice. A car waited when we landed, but the drive felt endless.The front door opened before our car stopped. My dad stood near the balcony.Alan Wo
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