JAYDEN’S P.O.V.Mom rubbed my back as we were about to land… I do not know how long we were in the plane, in air, maybe ten, twelve or maybe for infinite hours, I just did not know! My thoughts were on Nash, the man who broke my heart so brutally.“We are almost home, darling,” mom soothed.For her, I was homesick. For her, anything and everything that was bothering me was left behind in Switzerland. For her, maybe, she felt it was all because of nostalgia about what had happened with her all those years ago. And while it was traumatic, yes, it was now not bothering me.“Is dad alright?” I asked simply.I had dreaded to go into his chambers. And for the first time, like ever, dad had not come check up on us in the plane. These plane rides, whenever we took them, used to be our family time. Up in the air, with limited technology, mom always insisted that we all spend time together. Dad, who is always so busy otherwise, obeyed her, obviously. Because whatever it maybe, a fated mate ofte
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