Chapter Seventeen
The flight felt terribly long and exhausting for Rachel. It felt like it was taking hours to get to Maine, and she wished she could fly faster. She hoped that once she got to the Cliffs of Thor, she would find Benji. She longed to see him and to hold him again. The thought of never seeing him again ate her up inside.
“You want to stop for a rest?” Matilda asked, looking over at Rachel.
“No, I’m fine. I can’t stop now. I have to get there,” Rachel said, feeling exhausted.
“You look weak. Are you sure you don’t want to stop for a minute?” Matilda asked again.
“It’s not an option. I have to get to him. He’s in danger. I feel it in my bones,” Rachel said.
“Ok,” Matilda said. “We are almost there, about another fifty miles and we will be up the coast. You can do it!”
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