Kayla was exhausted—emotionally drained, six months pregnant, and eager to be home after her grandmother’s funeral. On the flight, she noticed a man three rows back staring at her—his gaze intense, unsettling. Minutes later, a flight attendant approached. “Ma’am, come with me.” Confused, Kayla followed. The woman’s tone turned sharp. “Get on your knees. Now.” A man stepped forward—the one watching her. “Where is the golden necklace you stole?” Kayla’s heart pounded. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He showed her photos. “This is you at the museum. And here—where the necklace disappeared.” Kayla examined them. “That woman has a wrist tattoo. I don’t.” The man hesitated. “You could be covering it. Pregnancy could be a disguise.” She grabbed his hand, placing it on her belly as the baby kicked. “You can’t fake this.” His expression shifted. “I… I’m sorry.” Then—click. The flight attendant pulled a gun. “Hands behind your backs!” she ordered. Kayla reacted on instinct, kicking the woman’s leg. The gun clattered. The man tackled her. That’s when they saw it—a golden necklace around the woman’s neck. Upon landing, authorities arrested the real thief. The man, a detective named Connor, apologized. Kayla stepped through the arrival doors. Colin was waiting, tulips in hand. “Welcome home,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms. The nightmare was over