A LITTLE MORE THAN AN hour into the flight, Jemma moved one row back so she could talk with me. Ely was still fast asleep beside me as were the others. I was glad she approached me because I wanted to speak with her but couldn’t come up with a good way to start the conversation. She offered me a weak, forced smile when she sat—a guilty smile if I read her correctly.
Chapter Ten
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