Chapter 8
“Yes, please, I would like a menu.”
As Jackson sat at the bar at Syracuse Hancock International Airport, she felt a wave of serenity wash over her as she watched a few planes take off before diverting her attention to the menu to decide on a breakfast selection.
She was so happy she would be home in a couple hours and back in the arms of Gail, who would soon be anxiously awaiting her arrival at Charlotte Douglas International Airport.
“So, where you headed?” An investigative voice rang out.
As normal, Jackson would not find any peace. For some reason, people always seemed to want to strike up a conversation with her, even if she were sitting at a bar with her sunglasses and headphones on, just as she was that day.
No matter how uninviting Jackson tried to be, people would s
