CHAPTER THREE
On the evening of December eighteenth, Sheridan removed her suitcase from her mom's SUV. Bumper-to-bumper traffic filled the upper level at Portland International Airport. Between idling cars stopped in the right two lanes, people hugged goodbye—something she would do in a few minutes. She double-checked to make sure she had everything.
A horn honked.
She understood the impatience and the aggravation that accompanied the holidays. That was why she would soon be on a red-eye flight, heading from the Pacific Northwest to a state she’d never visited.
As her breath hung on the chilly air, Sheridan shivered. The thirty-degree temperature didn’t cause the response, but a mix of anticipation and nerves. Even though she wanted to get away, knowing it was time to go made her insid
