“No, Miranda! I can’t!” Andi kept her whisper low but it felt like a shout. She’d dragged Miranda outside, then slammed the door on General Drake Nason when he tried to follow. She hung on to Miranda’s sleeve until they reached the wood pile.
“No one else here can fly a helicopter, Andi.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I thought that you were the calm one.”
“Me? Me?” Andi thumped a fist against her chest hard enough to hurt. “What in the world gave you that whacked idea?”
Me?” “Because you are.”
Andi could only look at her aghast. That was impossible. This was impossible.
This“Consider it,” Miranda instructed. “Holly is always ready for a battle. Jeremy gets rattled when—”
“What if I have a PTSD attack in midflight? I shouldn’t be allowed to fly. The doctors who cleared me for flight are
