CHAPTER 2
Flights coming into Boston had been delayed due to weather, and Chelsea’s plane was late to take off. They should be in the air by now, but they hadn’t even shut the doors.
Chelsea had spent the past twenty minutes watching more and more passengers board, trying to dream up life stories for each and every one of them.
There was a Middle Eastern man traveling with his aged father. A man in a Hawaiian shirt, followed by a surly looking teen. Moms with babies, parents traveling with toddlers. A woman boarded whom Chelsea recognized as a well-known Bible study teacher. Chelsea’s mom had been reading Meredith Crowley’s books and watching her videos for over a decade. It had been a few years since Chelsea had regularly attended church with her parents, but every so often her mom wou
