Jill Malik P.O.V

One moment we were in South- Africa enjoying the beautiful sunset and the next we were back in the private jet on our way to Barcelona. My whole body was shaking and all kinds of thoughts were crossing my mind.

Milan is in the hospital.

Aunt Lydia didn't say anything except that he was in the hospital, which made me even more concerned. Aunt Lydia could barely talk during the phone call, the only thing I heard were loud sobbing noises. What could happen to Milan? An accident? The flu?

I hated to stay so far away from him. I wished he could live with me like...