She looked very different from the woman who had cried on my porch.
Her hair was perfect.
Her clothes looked expensive.
And there was no hiding her pregnancy.
One hand rested over her stomach.
She smiled at Tyler, and then she saw Mason and me approaching.
Her smile changed while Tyler followed her stare.
The color drained from his face.
His eyes moved from me to Mason.
“Megan?”
That was the first thing he said when we stood in front of him.
Mason started crying again.
“Dad, what’s going on?”
Tyler stepped forward. “What are you doing on this flight?”
I almost laughed. “We came to surprise you.”
He closed his eyes.
Laila didn’t look embarrassed.
If anything, she looked relieved.
I pointed at her.
“Isn’t this the same Laila who came to my house crying six months ago?”
Tyler glanced around. “Can we not do this here?”
“You said she was your coworker.”
