Kayla, grieving the loss of her grandmother, is about to return home after the funeral. But when she boards her flight, she has no idea about the nightmare that awaits her. In a case of mistaken identity, Kayla has no choice but to rely on her wits and quick thinking to get her out of the hot water she has landed in. After a few long days of grieving, I was ready to collapse into my own bed. I was six months pregnant and emotionally drained from my grandmother’s funeral. The funeral had been tough, but it was 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,” I said. “But I need to get back to work and back to Colin. You know my husband barely manages without me.” “I suppose it’s a good idea for you to be in your comfort zone,” she said. “But Dad and I have decided that we’ll stay until the end of the week just to sort Gran’s house out and finalize anything that needs to be done. I know that Dad cannot wait to get home.” “I just wish that Gran would have been around to see the baby,” I said, rubbing my hand along my belly. “That’s what I’ve wanted all along.” “I know, honey,” my mother said.
“I wish that you and Gran could have had that moment, but it’s okay, darling. At least you were here in the end when Gran needed you the most.” Now, I was navigating the long lines at the airport. I had hated flying, but it was much easier to fly home than drive. I couldn’t manage spending twelve hours in a car with my bladder fighting me. But finally, I made it onto the plane, ready for the journey back home to my husband.“I’ll take that, ma’am,” a flight attendant told me, reaching out for my bag. “Thank you,” I said, settling into my seat, my body aching for rest.