“Aria?” The sound echoes through every speaker, and my jaw drops. All around me people stare up at the screen, most of them as shocked as I am. What’s going on? Grayson pulls on his tie and stabilizes the camera. The video seems to be streaming from a mobile device. “Don’t get on that plane. I’m begging you, Aria. I’m begging you to stay. I’m on my way to the airport right now,” he says, glancing at his watch. “I know you’ll start boarding within the next ten minutes, but I beg of you, don’t get on that plane.”