Chapter 357: Saturday. Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, Georgia.

VARA TAPPED HER PHONE screen, but the device was sluggish. She needed to switch over to a new cell on an American network. It just hadn't been a priority. Now it seemed silly that she hadn't taken care of that already.

Alec hauled himself out of the seat in the row ahead of her and wrangled their bags out of the overhead bins. They'd agreed that remaining in Miami seemed like a bad idea. Somehow they'd gotten home, packed and boarded the plane in an hour and a half. She didn't know where they were headed now or what Alec's plan was, but she was glad to be in another city.

She pressed her phone to her ear and followed Alec down the aisle off the plane.

Chad's phone rang. And rang. His voicemail picked up.

Vara ended the call. She wasn't leaving him another message, not when she had nothing worthwhile to say.

Once they were off the plane Alec offered her his hand.

"What's our plan now?" It was strange to ask someone else that question. For the last few years she was the one making