Cyrus

The door to the airplane cracked open with a hiss and when the outside air rushed in, it wasn’t as muggy as the state we left. Imogen lifted her head from my shoulder and blinked, her eyes peering into the space.

"I’m sorry we couldn’t take the chopper all the way to Maine," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt and waiting for her to do the same.

She stood from her seat, stretched, and then pulled her hair back, re-affixing her ponytail. I’d ...