For years, Mara had never flown solo.
Her health was always a bit finicky, and flying tended to make her under the weather for days. So, her loving circle of family and friends did their best to spare her the ordeal of air travel.
But now, against all odds, she had taken a flight alone.
Had she lost her mind?
The concern in Balfour's voice was unmistakable, giving Mara a sliver of comfort.
"Balfour, for a second there, I thought you stopped caring!" She teased. "Olivia was tied up with something, and I had to fly back alone. Aren't you going to pick me up? It's been ages since I've been home, and I don’t even know how to find you."
Balfour's brow was a landscape of worry. He could not fathom why Mara would take such a risk. What if something happened to her?
"Stay put. I'm on my way."
He raced to the airport, fearing Mara alone, vulnerable to health scares in unfamiliar territory, without a soul to turn to for help.
Stepping out of the car, he saw Mara.
"Mara."
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