Prologue: Christa
September 2019
I didn’t realize today was the eighteenth anniversary of my death until I caught a flash of the burning towers on CBC. As always, my heart skipped a beat when I thought about what would’ve happened if I’d gotten on my flight that day.
Like the final scene in Say Anything, maybe I’d have defeated my fear of crashing once the fasten seatbelt light went off. Maybe I’d have convinced myself that everything would be okay. But then the terrorists would have taken over. Could I have been brave like the passengers on United Flight 93? Could I have stood up, wrestled the terrorists to the ground, and reclaimed the plane? Someone on board might’ve known how to fly, and with my help, the flight could’ve landed safely, saving thousands of lives.
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