ANNA'S POV

My hands were shaking as I riffled through the bag again, searching my documents one by one, document by document. No, no, no.

This couldn't be happening. I tried thinking back immediately. Did I drop it on the plane somehow? Did I somehow forget to pack it? I knew that I hadn't forgotten. That was the only reason why I was even protecting the bag like it was my egg in the first place. I was sure that I brought the book with me.

I was about to break down and start crying, when I suddenly remembered. I saw Ryan with the bag this morning. Did he somehow...