Kenna

My eyebrows furrow as Gerald comes to a stop near a private jet, causing me to look around but as soon as he opens the door for me, I’m left to step out of the car, feeling a little bit of an unknown feeling building inside.

″So . . . here’s my stop?″ I ask Gerald.

He smiles, ″I can’t tell you that.″

″Sworn to secrecy?″ I joke and he laughs, gesturing for me to take the next few steps before looking up to find a couple of stewardess and pilot to smile down at me; leaving me to sigh.

I walk up the stairs to the flight, ″Welcome,...