“Maybe you’re just jealous.”
The cashier scanned my present. “Lucky granddaughter.”
“She’d better think so. I’m told it’s the only thing she wants from me.”
I zipped it into my purse and went to find my gate.
I was certain of two things. I’d never see that girl again, and the present would reach Emily in one piece.
I was wrong about both.
I was wrong about both.
My row was near the back. I got there at the same time as the perfume.
Heavy. Sweet. French.
“Okay, guys, finally boarding! Let me show you my seat!”
An older gentleman in my row was heaving his bag toward the overhead bin.
The blonde stopped one row ahead and spun around to show her followers the cabin.
Her hair spun with her, half a second late.
I got there at the same time as the perfume.
