“Flight attendants take your seats.”
Maddie clutched the armrests and leaned her head back, shutting her eyes. For the last ninety minutes, the plane had been tossed around in the air like one of Dottie’s donuts in a bag of cinnamon. Finally, they were landing.
She chanted under her breath. “The plane wants to fly, the plane wants to fly.”
Her terror for her father only slightly trumped her terror of flying. One of the many reasons she’d made repeated excuses not to come home. Guilt washed over her for the millionth time in the last four hours. She pushed her glasses up her nose.
She should have been the bigger person…
She should have let the bullying go…
Should have, could have, would have.
It wouldn’t change the past, and it wouldn’t change what was. Which was her father, clinging
