On the evening of the fourth day—the same day they'd gone on the helicopter tour—their cars were finally ready. Ephyra walked out holding Lyle's hand… or rather, it was Lyle gripping hers tightly, as if he wasn't going to let go. He led her to the front passenger seat of the car. The bodyguard opened the door, and Ephyra slid in; Lyle followed, settling in beside her.
Knowing it was going to be a long ride, Ephyra had already connected her AirPods to her phone. She intended to play the sound of rain—something that always lulled her into sleep. She planned to lean against Lyle's arm, not just for her own comfort but so he could relax with her scent close by. She wanted them both to be at ease for the trip. And besides, the quiet would give her time to think.
