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suite. When the door was closed, he spoke. For the last two hours, he had spoken no words that weren’t telling me to remain quiet or to hurry.
    “We don’t have a lot of time to get you ready, Nova. We need to move quick and I need your utmost compliance.”
    I nodded. “Okay.”
    “I’ve been instructed not to completely ruin your hair. Apparently, your hair is one of Mr. McKnight’s favorite features.”
    “Um?” I watched as his large body moved from the entrance to a small door across the apartment and to the left side. Hesitantly, I followed him.
    I found Officer Michael Andean in the bathroom with a suitcase filled with expensive looking wigs splayed open on the floor. There was makeup on the bathroom vanity and contacts - blue - sitting next to the makeup.
    “We’ll both need to alter our appearances multiple times throughout our travels, Nova.” He gestured to the tools currently laying over every surface of the bathroom. “I have a makeup artist joining us in about,” he lifted his wrist to glance at his watch. “No more than five minutes.”
    My mouth opened to utter - I actually don’t know what I was going to say. My mind was trying to work through the how - I was trying to understand - the journey I was facing before I would see Calix.
    A knock on the door interrupted my words before they’d even been decided and Officer Michael Andean brushed past me. I heard the door open and I heard a female voice fill the space. Then, time seemed to slow as my overloaded brain strained to play catch-up.
    ***
    I don’t know how many stops we made before I found myself being driven outside the city to a small private airport, but surely we stopped more times than necessary. I’d worn so many disguises, that I was beginning to wonder what the real me looked like again. Currently, as the car rolled to a stop, my hair was long and blond. The wig had been weaved into my own hair so flawlessly I honestly couldn’t tell that it wasn’t real. My eyes were no longer brown, but instead, they were a dull blue - almost gray. Hell, even the shape of my face had changed with the use of a little morticians wax here and there, making my cheekbones appear almost - higher. Shadowing of concealer, powder, bronzer and blush gave a whole new outline to my face - features I’d never before knew I could possess.
    Gone was my appearance of constant innocence. My doe eyes had been lined with the perfect amount of eyeliner to make their shape look less round and more - sharp. My lips weren’t a soft shade of pink, but instead, they’d been stained a deep nude, redrawn to look more full with a pencil of lip liner. I was beautiful, but it wasn’t the beauty I was attracted to. It was a cold kind of beauty that those I knew who possessed it, seemed to lack basic humanity.
    My body didn’t recognize the fabric resting against it’s every inch, hugging every curve. The pantsuit and jacket restricted my movement in a way that my chiffon dresses, leggings and sweaters never had. I honestly couldn’t tell you how people wore these every day. It was horrible.
    The car stopped and I peered outside the tinted window at a man I didn’t recognize standing beside the stairs to board the plane. A long sigh fell from my lips as Officer Michael Andean, who also no longer looked a thing like himself, stood from the car to round to my side. He opened the door and I stepped out onto the concrete. The sharp sound of my spiked heels clicking against the platform made me flinch.
    Officer Michael Andean spoke quietly. “This is where I leave you now, Mrs. McKnight.”
    My eyes swung to him before shooting to the man standing beside the stairs leading up into the plane. “Is that - Neil?”
    He nodded. “He will take you to Mr. McKnight.” His eyes softened slightly on my face. “It’s been a pleasure, Nova.”
    I forced a smile. We both knew that the time we had spent together had been anything but a pleasure. Instead of agreeing with him, I