Justine was thankful that West was on good behavior. He ate a few snacks then settled down to watch an in-flight movie. The relative calm gave Justine the chance to relax.
Unfortunately, it also gave her the chance to be alone with her thoughts.
As each minute brought their plane closer and closer to Detroit, Justine felt the stone in the base of her gut churning, growing sour. She had to consciously focus on her breaths to keep from hyperventilating.
“Just because you share her genes doesn’t mean you’re going to become anything like her,” Steve had told her years ago. Justine was pregnant, terrified that she would turn into the same kind of monster as her mom.
And thankfully, for then at least, Steve had been right. Justine’s transition into motherhood was one of the most blissful, d
