Jolene’s face was pressed against the airplane window, her body turned away from Mrs Kristi so only her tired brown curls could be seen. She had traveled unceasingly for two nights, every moment watching the tapestry of soft yellow and red lights flickering below, sewn into the black fabric of the earth.
“We’re almost there,” Mrs Kristi said, gently touching the armrest between them. Jolene tucked herself closer to the window.
A man’s voice rumbled overhead and the plane suddenly dipped left, and dropped. Jolene jumped, squinching her eyes. Another bump, and the plane leveled, with Jolene in Mrs Kristi’s arms.