Justine and West were seated in the same row as a sharply dressed businesswoman in her forties or fifties. The passenger introduced herself as Meredith then went back to the journal she was writing in. Justine was glad when she saw Grandma Lucy board and find her seat in the very back of the plane. Something about the old lady’s pointed questions and intense gaze left Justine feeling terribly uncomfortable.
At least they were on the flight. The more she thought about it, the more Justine couldn’t shake the feeling she was meant to be here. Did that mean she was meant to visit Alice as well?
Justine might not be as into church as her husband was, and she certainly wasn’t the type of person to go evangelizing in an airport like Grandma Lucy, but she believed in God and wondered if it was h
