Chapter 51: Not a Sound

Sloane

The private jet was nothing like I imagined, it was better. There were white leather seats, champagne in a silver bucket and a flight attendant who treated me like I was royalty. Each time she smiled at me, she called me Miss Delaney. I almost laughed as I wasn't used to that kind of respect, but I wasn't going to complain.

During the entire flight, I replayed that day's events, telling