Chapter 10
As the plane lifted off, Savannah stared out the cabin window, watching the city lights shrink beneath the clouds. For a moment, she thought she saw Grayson at eighteen, standing in the sky, smiling at her.
The next moment, searing pain exploded through her ribs, shattering the illusion. She bit down hard on her lip, the sharp taste of blood flooding her
mouth
“Ma’am? Are you alright?”
The man seated beside her lowered his magazine. His eyes had already caught the sheen of sweat glistening at her temple.
Savannah shook her head, palling her scarf higher to hide her face. The cheap fabric still reeked of mildew from the airport restroom.
“I’m fine,” she marmured. “Just a bit of motion sickness.”
Dr. Julian Hart watched her closely. Everything about her felt wrong. The oversized camel trench coat. The faint indentation of a ring once worn on her left hand. The twisted fingers of her right. And despite the 39–degree cabin temperature, she trembled uncontrollably.
“I’m a doctor,” he said gently, offering her a tissue. “You look pale.”
As she reached for it, he noticed the buses on the inside of her wrist–the kind that came from professional restraints.
This wasn’t just domestic abuse.
“Thank you,” Savanish whispered, crumpling the tissue in her palm without using it.
she couldn’t leave any evidence behind. Not now. Not when she was so close
As long as the plane landed, Grayson could turn the whole world upside down and still never find her.
A stabbing pain suddenly surged from her abdomen to her chest. Her vision blurred. Something
ing warm spilled from her nose,
Panicked, she raised a trembling hand Blood.
Dr.
Hart unfastened his seatbelt in one swift motion “Flight attendant! Emergency medical aid here!”
Through the haze, Savannah saw his hands deftly unbuttoning her coat.
Odd, she thought faintly. Grayson’s hands had done the same last night–for another woman.
Her body felt like it was being lifted by a dozen hands. Suspended Weightless. Like the moment she’d been pushed into the pool–icy water filling her lungs, burlap burning her skin.
But nothing hurt more than Grayson’s voice echoing.” You touch what’s mine. There’s a price to pay.”
Her final conscious moment was filled with the sound of her own laugh, broken and bitter.
How ironic.
The ribs Grayson shattered with his own hands were now piercing her lungs. He once promised to protect her from every harm. And yet, he had become
the one who hurt her most
The overhead lights flickered. Dr. Hart’s shirt was soaked with sweat. The woman beside him was dying, and some deep, unnamed instinct told him he
couldn’t let her go
A flight attendant leaned close. “Doctor, should we prepare for an emergency landing?”
Savannah convulsed.
Dr. Hart pressed her down gently, then turned to the attendant, “Call ahead. We need an ambulance waiting on the tarmac. Multiple fractures, internal. bleeding
Before he could finish, a fragile hand clutched his wrist.
Her eyes, previously clouded, locked onto his with a sudden, chilling clarity.
“No… hospital,” she rasped. Every word came with a fresh spatter of blood. “Please..”
Dr. Hart froze, then slowly nodded. “I have a private rehab facility outside Westford.”
He had no idea why he said it. Only that something about this woman demanded it.
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