The mountains appeared long before the plane began its descent and although I had seen photos of Alaska countless times and nothing prepared me for the endless stretches of snow covered wilderness that disappeared into the horizon beneath a pale winter sky.
The landscape looked untouched. Quiet and beautiful. It also felt incredibly longely and I rested my forehead against the window while the aircraft banked gently toward the runway and the endless forest below reminded me just how easy it would have been to hide something here for decades while Drake glanced over from the seat beside me.
“You’ve gone quiet again.” Drake said.
“I’m thinking.” I smiled.
“You’ve been doing a lot of that lately.” He said.
“I know.” I said and he reached over the squeezed my hand before looking back
