“I understand anger,” Emma said with a sigh. “I’m still angry. My mother didn’t leave but she may as well have. I know what it feels like to simultaneously love and hate someone.”

A ding told them that they could remove their seatbelts.

“Are we flying already?” Emma asked sitting up.

“It would seem that way,” Jake said with a small smile.

“I missed take off,” she said, slumping back into her seat.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have to do it a ...