The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the tarmac as we arrived at Andy's private hangar. My heart hammered in my chest as I followed him, my footsteps echoing in the empty space. Doubt gnawed at the edges of my resolve, a voice whispering in the back of my mind, questioning the wisdom of our decision.
"Are you sure about this, Andy?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty.
Andy turned to me, his gaze steady and unwavering. "It's too late to turn back now, Evie," he replied, his voice firm with determination. "We have to see this through to the end."
I nodded, my throat tight with apprehension. There was a sense of finality in his words, a recognition that there was no going back once we stepped onto that jet. But as Andy led me inside, a spark of curiosity fl
