Chapter 16Annika
After changing planes in Atlanta and several more hours of fitful sleeping—ever think of being checked for sleep apnea, Steph? Because that snoring must indicate something is wrong!—Annika stumbled through the ugly tunnel from the plane to the airport and seriously wished for sunglasses upon entering the bright, unnatural lighting of the terminal. But the sun pouring in through the windows and doors lifted her spirits considerably.
“I think that’s your bag coming around the curve. Did you want me to pull it off for you?”
Annika bit her tongue. She had to remind herself that Steph seemed incapable of not trying to be helpful. But after over fifteen hours with Steph practically in her lap, she desperately needed some space.
“No!” She cringed. “That is, no, thank you. You
