Laura
As I walked across the tarmac toward the private jet waiting for me, my thoughts spun in every possible direction. My heels clicked against the pavement, each step a reminder that I was making a decision that could change everything. Was this the right thing to do? Was I being impulsive, or was this the kind of leap of faith love demanded?
I stopped for a moment, staring up at the jet, sleek and imposing against the backdrop of the early morning sky. The engines hummed softly, almost like they were calling me forward, but I hesitated.
"Do I really want to do this?" I whispered to myself.
The answer wasn't clear, not yet. Jake and I had been through so much. Was it worth going after him? Could our relationship survive this mess? Or was I just setting myself up for more heartache?
Before I could talk myself out of it, the flight attendant approached me with a warm smile. "Miss Laura? We're ready whenever you are."
