Chapter Twenty
I go through all the motions…check-in, checking my baggage, security and finally buying a coffee to wake my ass up before I collapse on the germ-infested vinyl seats and miss the announcement of my flight boarding.
I’m boarded and in my seat, which I upgraded to first class because I need something in my life to not suck right now. The flight attendant comes by, but I decline anything. All I want is sleep and the promise that this shattered feeling inside will stay in Chicago and disappear when the plane’s tires land in Utah.
First class is empty, probably because the ski season is done for the year. The tourists start to dwindle before there’s another rush in late spring and summer for golf, horseback riding, and fishing. It’s really perfect timing for me to return since
