CHAPTER 32Jessie
The plane dipped as it began its descent into Minneapolis, and Jessie’s stomach dropped with it. She clutched at her armrest, and then immediately let go, embarrassed by her fear. It made no sense. Jessie had flown on an airplane at least once a year since she turned seven, she and her sister departing for northern California almost as soon as school was out in June. How Jessie had loved those flights as an unaccompanied minor. While her sister had cried and clutched at Sarah while they waited to board, Jessie had felt charged with anticipation. In another moment, the stewardess would lead the sisters onto the plane alone. Alone. For an hour and a half, she and Emma would be parentless, and, oh, the thrill of that.
Usually their flight to Sacramento had been nonstop, but
