Chapter 19
The change in the plane as it began its descent roused Elaine out of her stupor. “What’s going on?” she asked groggily.
Dace spared her a glance. I can’t hit her again, she thought, I just can’t. Elaine Grusendorf, once a sharp professional woman, was just pitiful, now. Dace had admired her, wished she could be like her back in D.C. when Elaine seemed to have it all together, and Dace was trying to hide the bruises Stephen left on her. Now, her eyes weren’t tracking quite right — because I hit her? Dace wondered — and her body sagged oddly. She had her arms wrapped about herself for comfort. It broke Dace’s heart. For a brief moment, she thought about flying away, hiding her, helping her get away.
But she couldn’t. She knew it. Wasn’t even considering it really.
“We’re going
