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After the first half hour of panicked sprinting, Marnie slowed her flying to her normal pace.
She needed to conserve her energy. She would be flying for hours tonight. And flying outdoors, against wind and maybe through weather. A lot more challenging than swimming back and forth at the top of the hangar.
She flew and thought.
These past two weeks had been wonderful. She wouldn’t pretend otherwise. Like going to a spa, she imagined, and having no more responsibility than showing up for yoga classes and massages.
The sleep had been so wonderful. It might have been the best part. Three hours at a time felt like the greatest luxury. She was grateful to them for that.
So even though the anger was there, anger that they couldn’t just leave her alone, that they lied, that were going to t
