Chapter Nineteen
The airplane turbulence rumbles the queasiness in my stomach further. This flight to Korea feels like it’s never going to end.
Mia is fast asleep, her head lying on the pillow by the window, earbuds in her ears, an American flag blanket pulled up to her chin.
The seatbelt sign dings and I pick up my whiskey on the rocks, folding up the tray table. The entire plane is dark except for the glow of cell phones sprinkled throughout the rows of travelers. Dax is sprawled out over three seats in the middle. Beckett looks over, raising his water to my drink as he studies video footage of his competition in the upcoming competition. Always the preparer. Skylar’s head rests on his shoulder as she points to the iPad screen and murmurs something to him.
The chilled glass rests in
