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Adi closed her eyes and focused inward. She pushed all her thoughts away until her entire being was subsumed by the darkness behind her eyelids. After a couple of inhales and exhales, she mentally explored her surroundings.
Honi’s hand covered hers—warm, a little rough and calloused, making her feel safe and cherished. Her hand rested on the armrest, and the cool plastic dug into her palm.
Next, she focused on the seats. The slight sag in the middle and the broken lumbar support promised stiffness and backache by the time they’d crossed the Atlantic. Another deep breath, and the discomfort disappeared and left behind tranquility. The strong vibration of the airplane motors, the subdued hum of passengers talking—it all created the impression of a cocoon.
Slowly she allowed herself to
