As Starla approached, Herbert reached out and took her hand. "Just ran to the restroom?"
His tone was gentle, but his eyes swept over her face with careful scrutiny. When he saw no lingering distress in her expression, the tension in his shoulders finally eased.
Starla nodded. "Yeah. It's about time, right? Should we head to the gate?"
"Let's go."
He stood, intertwining their fingers, and led her inside.
All the way until they boarded the private jet, Starla acted completely normal. But once they were seated, she looked at him. "Still no news on Fairfax?"
It was a probing question. While in the restroom, she'd turned the timeline over and over in her head. She was almost certain that the phone call he'd taken outside had been from Fairfax. But what exactly had they been talking about?
Herbert glanced at her, reaching out to gently ruffle her hair. "No news."
Starla pressed her lips together.
None? Then who had he been talking to? What were they discussing that had to be kept from her? Was he hiding something?
"What's on your mind?" he asked, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze when she fell silent.
She shook her head. "Nothing, really. It's just... frustrating to head back to Yoran Country without finalizing the divorce."
To her, ending things with Fairfax meant a clean, legal break. But now it was left hanging.
Hearing the regret in her voice, Herbert's expression softened. "Don't worry. Your ties to him won't last much longer."
That brought her a small measure of comfort. She gave a slight nod. Yardley had already sent his own people to track Fairfax down. It was only a matter of time.
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