The low hum of the airplane engines barely registered in Luis’s ears.

His body sat still, seatbelt fastened, but his mind was racing at a million miles per hour.

He was going to Las Vegas, in a different country, and a different city, but he was sure of one thing, this time he wasn’t walking away empty-handed.

His head still throbbed faintly from the aftermath of the coma. He didn't even give himself a moment to recover before getting on a plane.

Luckily for him, they had a vacant seat on a plane available for him to board.

Luis couldn't help but crave for Ariel’s warm touch and smile. But...