Cammy and Dylan boarded the earliest flight to Arlon City, determined to squeeze every second out of their three-day visit—Dylan had to return to school immediately after, and Cammy…
Cammy was running on fumes. Sleep had evaded her entirely. Between the late-night arrival at her apartment and the bombshell revelations from Richard Cross, her mind hadn't stopped spinning.
"Miss Cammy Watson?"
The voice sliced through her fog of exhaustion. A young man stood before her in the departure area of the airport, nervously flicking his gaze between his phone and her face, as though unsure which one held the real truth.
Cammy's brows furrowed. She didn't know him. "Who are you?" Her voice was calm, but it carried the sharpness of someone who'd had just enough.
"I—uh—my name is Lance. I'm your parents' new driver. Mrs. Watson sent me to pick you up."
