The moment the pilot's voice crackled through the speakers, welcoming them to Husla International Airport, Emily let out a breath she she'd been holding.
She had finally arrived.
As she moved along with the other passengers, following the stream of rolling suitcases and sleepy faces toward the baggage claim, her thoughts began to tangle again.
Callan.
He had told her to rebel. To run. To make other arrangements and refuse to show up at his house. And half the duration of her flight, she had imagined doing just that. Booking a last-minute hotel. She could afford to stay in a hotel for as long as she liked.
She could turn off her phone so that no one would reach her since she knew if she spoke with her Dad, she'd be unable to disobey him. But then he would know she was attending the residency program and would easily find a way to reach her. He had the influence.
Skipping the program wasn't even an option since that was the only reason she was in Husla to begin with.
