“I guess, I am your test subject.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Atia, maybe that’s enough. I don’t want you hurting her.” Angel placed her hand on Atia’s shoulder.
“But Mom, I’m just getting started.” She whined.
“Its okay.” Sara assured her.
Atia closed her eyes and we stood there watching her closely.
“Aunt Sara, do you like to fly?” Atia asked curiously.
“I guess, I have been on a lot of airplanes.” She shrugged.
“Atia, don’t.” Angel ordered. “You aren’t ready for this.”
“Aunt Sara, I want you to fly. Fly as high as you can go. Then, I want you to fly back down and land as gently as you can.” She ignored her mom.
“Atia, no. Sara, don’t!” Angel reached for her.
Before she could grasp her, Sara shot up in the sky. We all looked up at the sky watching Sara’s body fainting
