Chapter 15
DEACON
It looks like it’s going to be a wet Chicago trip, a bout of rain following us as we start to descend into a city soaked in cool summer rain.
The plane ride to the Windy City is just that—windy. And though New York is saturated in summer heat, it’s almost as if we’ve passed into a winter curtain the second we hit the Midwest.
Donning my usual t-shirt, jeans and jacket, I pull the leather on my shoulders tighter as turbulence rocks our overcrowded flight.
My nerves are on high. And while my thoughts should probably still be back in New York or on Grandmama, it’s my situation on the plane that’s causing me so much distress.
Because of all the bullshit I’m going through, my thoughts seem fixed in one direction. On one person.
I’m sure the blonde flight attendant in fr
