Things had settled down in the plane but my mind refused to.

The edge of my fingers hovered over an open book in my lap, my eyes skimming the words without really absorbing them. I'd picked it to pass the time as we continued to head for Springville.

Control. That’s what I was supposed to be learning. But how could I even begin to grasp control when I wasn’t sure what was real?

"Oh, little one, things are about to change for you.“

The words still sang in my head, low, guttural, and ...