After a long flight from the UK back to the States, the plane touched down as darkness enveloped the sky.
Stepping out of the cabin, I was greeted by the familiar warmth and humidity, the air of home filling my lungs as I stretched my arms high, relishing the sheer comfort of being back.
The fatigue from hours in the air vanished the moment I breathed in that hometown scent.
Glancing at my watch, it was nearing midnight.
Following my assistant, we headed to the hotel I had booked in advance.
For this trip, Luna had assigned her most capable aides to me, ensuring I wouldn't have to worry about security or daily needs.
Lying on the luxurious suite's king-sized bed, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions.
The predominant feeling was anxiety.
It had been so long; what had become of everything?
I had left all my assets behind—cars, the house.
Were they still there, or had Betty sold them off?
Perhaps she and Michael had even sold the cottage and moved abroad.