Chapter 22: TIME STOOD STILL

I woke up in the darkness of my room and checked the time. It was only five forty seven a.m., and I felt starving. I slipped my feet to the floor and pulled on a bathrobe, before heading to the kitchen. Dad was already there, reading a newspaper.

"Hey, honey, how are you feeling?"

I thought for a second. "Good as new, I think. I'm hungry."

Dad smiled and shook his paper out. "So, that 'good as new' is going to cost the price of an airplane ticket, I take it?" I grinned but felt a little guilty that he'd be more out of pocket to fund my trip.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. You're my baby girl. If I didn't spend the family inheritance on you, life wouldn't be worth it. Your brothers have had more than their fair share." My father pushed his chair back. "Get your tablet and find the numbers for the airlines."

Twenty minutes later, I was booked on an evening flight to Vegas, and I texted Ziggy the news.

Me: I'm coming. Flight won't be in until nine tonight, but at least I'm coming.