animals.
And somehow I preferred it.
Christmas Eve arrived one year after the flight.
We decided to spend it in Oregon with Cassandra’s family.
I suggested driving.
Cassandra raised an eyebrow.
“You’re avoiding planes now?”
“Absolutely not.”
“You spent four months telling everyone that flight changed your life.”
“It did.”
“Then we should fly.”
So we did.
Same route.
Different seats.
This time we sat together.
All four of us.
Luke insisted on the window.
Violet held her elephant.
I was assigned the middle seat beside Luke because Cassandra claimed
