Chapter 98

Maeve's POV

Today, it felt like the ticking of a clock.

Every mile we crossed over the Atlantic was a mile closer to the reality we had left behind in Madrid—a reality where we weren’t just two people lost in each other, but two people with a mountain of unsaid things between us.

I stared out the window at the endless carpet of white clouds.

My reflection in the glass looked tired, haunted by the