Kayla, mourning the recent loss of her grandmother, was about to head home after the funeral, unaware of the nightmare awaiting her on the flight.
Mistaken for someone else, Kayla had to rely on her wits to navigate the trouble she found herself in.
Exhausted from days of grieving, I longed to collapse into my own bed. Six months pregnant and emotionally drained from my grandmother’s funeral, I needed rest.
The funeral was tough, a poignant farewell to a woman who had been my rock throughout my life.
“Are you sure you want to leave today?” my mother asked as I packed my suitcase. “You can wait a few days if you need to just sit with this loss.”
I smiled at her sadly. “I know, but I need to get back to work and back to Colin. You know my husband barely manages without me.”
