Chapter 112. The East Pack

Erica’s POV

The wheels of the airplane skid against the runway as we land at the private airport in the East Pack. I don’t know if it is my nerves bubbling in my stomach or if it is the baby, but I feel like I could vomit at any moment. A thousand “what ifs” are running through my mind and I don’t know how to calm the storm that is beginning to rage within me.

Bryce unwraps his arms from around me and yawns sleepily. I swear that man could sleep through the apocalypse. “Are we there?” He says as he smiles at me. His eyelids are still heavy from his long map and he looks adorable.

“We just landed,” I tell him.

“Good,” he says as he stretches his arms wide to his sides. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Aren’t you a little bit nervous?” I snap at him.

“Why would I be nervous?” Bryce laughs. “We already know who is behind all of this. This is just confirmation.”

I let out a frustrated groan and suddenly wish that one of the more serious tripl