15
Leo
The pilot comes on over the speaker to announce our approach into New York City. Thank God. For the past four hours, I’ve tried to keep my hands as busy as I could. When Teegan put the blanket over herself, it took everything in me not to slide my hand under it and help her really get her mind off of flying.
The plane dips.
“You okay?” I ask Teegan, who’s white-knuckling the armrest.
“I’m fine.” She cracks her neck back and forth.
“You want to hold my hand?” I place it up in front of us. She glances down at it and then up to my eyes.
“No. I’ll be fine.” A small bead of sweat is forming at her temple.
I tuck my hand back at my side. “Okay. Well, it’s here if you need it.” I wink.
She inhales a quick breath and nods a bunch of times.
“How was Oscar with you coming?” she asks
