The private jet touched down with a smooth thud on the runway, but the atmosphere inside the cabin was anything but smooth.
Henry and Emma had stopped arguing over who got the window seat somewhere over Pennsylvania, mostly because the tension between Logan and Jean had pulled all attention. Neither of them had said much since the hotel checkout.
Even now, as the flight descended, Logan sat stone-still with his eyes fixed outside, jaw tight and unreadable.Jean sat beside him, her fingers clutching her seatbelt far too tightly.
No eye contact. No words.
Not since last night.
The moment Tyler's name and presence had tainted their world again, everything between them shifted like sand beneath their feet.
When the aircraft came to a stop, the engines whirred into silence and the doors opened to the cold bite of New York air. A fleet of black cars waited at the edge of the hangar, polished and ready to take them home.
Drivers already holding the doors open with silent precision.
