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Chapter 2
Chapter 2 The whirr of the small plane’s prop drowned out Quinn’s voice. Lacey kept her eyes closed, hoping she could pick up enough pieces of whatever he was saying. She wondered how close they were to Anchorage. “…could be a few options…she said she didn’t hit her head when she fell the other day…rather not speculate…” After accepting all she could hear were bits and pieces, she gave up and opened her eyes. She was resting across three of the six seats in the plane. After years of complaining about the cramped space on the small planes that flew over the wilderness of Alaska, she finally got to stretch out all because she’d collapsed. She’d rather be jammed into one of the tiny seats if it meant she could erase the odd episodes she’d experienced over the last few days. She pushed up o
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