Chapter 216: Finally in Chicago
SEDONA POV
The flight was two hours and forty minutes.
I spent the first hour looking out the window at nothing in particular—cloud cover, the flat grey of high altitude, the particular absence of geography that long flights offered. My mother was beside me with a travel pillow she'd had since approximately 1997 and had never replaced because it worked and she saw no reason to retire functional things. My father was across the aisle reading something. Cameron was two rows back, already on his laptop, the blue light of it visible in my peripheral vision every time I turned my head.
Lucian had Lake in the row behind them. I could hear Lake at intervals—not misbehaving, just existing at his natural volume, which was higher than airplane convention generally
