Chapter 135 I Appreciate What You Do For Me

• "Hello. I'm on your landing strip. I suppose you heard about what happened "Did Belinda call you? Did she see me on the ferry and ask? Not that it really matters "Thank you. I don't know how bad it is, but... this is a lot, and I just wanted to say, thank you. You didn't have to do it. But thank you."
• I hang up before saying too much, settling into the chair to focus on the mountain range in the distance. This might be the last time I see him. Will I ever come back? Since I don't have to pay for a flight home, I could probably afford it. If somehow Dad was miraculously okay, which he most likely isn't, since a tractor ran him over. Please God. Please let him survive this.
• A loud roar fills my ear as the engines start up, and a flutter of nerves shakes me. This is only my second time on a plane, and this one is much smaller than the last. How safe are these private things, anyway? I sit patiently, because I can't be anything but that, while Jack Rodan presses buttons near the stairs again. I guess, on a small flight like this, there's no need for a flight attendant. Five minutes pass. Ten. Fifteen. Then twenty, and I start to get restless.