Chapter 16- Third Memory
Every part of me was tingling. And not in the sappy butterflies-in-the-stomach, head-spinning happiness kind of way. It was like I had spiders crawling all over me. Or ants. No matter how much I fidgeted in my seat or fussed with my clothes, the tingling just wouldn’t go away.
I looked over at the lady sitting next to me. She was almost asleep already, and we hadn’t even taken off yet. She had that kind of wrinkled face that wasn’t necessarily saggy. It was more puffy than anything. Well-rounded in the cheeks and mouth, with a pair of eyes that were framed by crow’s feet behind a pair of wire-framed glasses.
Crossing my arms in front of me tightly, I tried to relax. This was going to be like any other plane flight. I was just flying from one city to another. Planes have never freaked me out. I checked my heartbeat, listened to it, felt it fluttering in my chest.
Why was I freaking out, then?
“Sir, please put your tray table up.”
I opened my eyes. Huh. I hadn’t realized I’d closed them.
“What?” I asked, looking around, and then finding the face that matched the voice, I said, “Oh, right,” and pushed the table up and locked it in place on the seat in front of me.
The flight attendant nodded politely and went back to walking down the aisle. An occasional, “Sir” or “Ma’am” followed. I couldn’t hear anything besides that because my head was pounding so hard.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” boomed the loud speaker, “this is your captain speaking…”
I groaned inwardly and shrank a little deeper into the uncomfortable blue seat. I couldn’t believe Jael had talked me into this. I couldn’t believe I’d actually agreed to something I knew nothing about. Hadn’t I learned already that to trust him was like putting a gun to my head?
“Apparently not,” I muttered. The lady next to me stirred a little. I held my breath, and when she didn’t open her eyes and started to breathe slowly again, I sighed, shaking my head.