CHAPTER 19
ELIZABETH
The wispy clouds floated in the cerulean sky and I surveyed their journey through the comfort of my window. Pressing my nose against the glass, I longed for my paints and easel to capture the gorgeous colors sweeping beneath us.
Thanks to his tortured confession about desiring to off his child when she was a tyke in her mother’s womb, Mr. Brown had kindly arranged for Natalia and her friends to fly to Belmopan. It was an experience that I wish I could have undertaken alone. Tiffany’s squeals of terror were putting a serious dent in my enjoyment.
“Oh my gosh. How high are we?” She shouted to me through the mikes attached to our headphones.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, prying her long claws off my pale skin. She held fast, her fingers as secure as the tentacles of a
