Turning partially toward me, she whispered, “I don’t want anyone else to see me like this. Not...like this.”

“Okay.” I stepped around her and looked outside, not bothering to remind her that Tristan had been with us the entire time. Two cars were waiting for us. Luca and Tristan stood near the one in front. When Luca saw me, he walked to the bottom of the stairs. “Go on ahead,” I told him. “We’ll be right behind you.”

He didn’t question why we weren’t coming off of the plane. Tristan had probably filled him in on the condition Sera was in. “Are you coming to the house?”

I heard Sera...