Escape from Alaska
The wind whistled around Emily, burning her ears as she made her way through the snow back to the cabin. She had tried calling Jack a dozen times, but every time his phone went to voicemail, so she finally gave up. If he’s being held against his will, he’s probably not allowed to check his phone, right? She couldn’t help but send him a text message: Hang tight I’m coming, She wrote. She didn’t write what she was really thinking: Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay. The wind blows the snow into her eyes, and she had to stand firm. “Calm down!” She shouted. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. She hasn’t ever been less calm. She took a deep breath and tried to concentrate. It was just after midnight when she called Cady to meet her at the airport and gotten her plane tic
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