~{ARLEEN'S POV}~
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~The following day~
"Those going to Dallas, Texas and Houston, please proceed to your…."
"Arleen?" Clifford softly called my name and my eyes shifted to look at him.
"Our flight is ready."
Getting up, he assisted me with one hand while holding Paul on the other hand.
Two able men followed us just for our safety and precaution.
It felt like forever until we got onto the plane and took our seats in first class.
My eyelids were heavy and all I wanted to do was keep crying but I had ran out of tears.
All I could do was pray for sleep to come over me.
When I glanced at Clifford, I found him staring at me in all seriousness.
"Are you fit to feed Paul?"
"Mm," I hummed in response and he silently handed Paul over to me.
"You should take something even though it's just orange juice," he advised me but I shook my head.
