CHAPTER 9

Sutton I knew I looked like a kid at the candy store, but I couldn’t help myself. Obviously, I had never flown on a private jet before, because I had never flown before this day—private or otherwise. Mark and I were having a small disagreement. When I started to lug my old duffel bag out of the closet to pack, he promptly told me to put it away. ‘We won’t be needing any of your… clothes.’ It was the way he said it that really pissed me off. He might as well have blurted out that...