Breakfast was a quick affair of granola bars and water bottles in the van back to the airstrip, but it sat like a rock in my gut. Brielle got a single bar of service, and sent off a text to her Aunt Kari’s number, since we didn’t know how long we’d be on Ushagat Island. Hopefully, by the time we got back, she’d have responded.
Leigh had politely abstained from the paltry food options, citing airsickness and taking a motion sickness tablet Brielle gave her instead.
I pretended not to notice when Gael handed her a lemon-lime soda as soon as we got off the van. Whatever there was between those two, I hoped her false heat passed quickly and my bestie got back to her usual self soon.
The pilots had preflight checks to do, so I stood near the edge of the woods so Dirge could run before the fl
