“We’re going to a resort?” I gasp when we get a little closer. It’s beautiful — palm trees, a sandy beach, and big villas that look like they’re the epitome of luxury. “You taught me to fly so I could land in literal paradise?” “I taught you to fly because I want to share all the things I love with you. For the longest time, flying was what I loved most of all.” Loved. Past tense. “What is it that you love most now?” He falls silent. “Let’s stay steady, darling,” he tells me.
