“On the plane again. Look, aren’t we brave? We’re on the plane again,” Harper sang.

Reesa, sitting beside them in the same seat she’d occupied for the truncated flight to New Orleans, poked them.

“What gives?”

Reesa used her stylus pen to gesture toward Myko, who’d been wrapped up in his laptop for most of the flight. His only ‘breaks’ in the nine hours since they’d boarded were devoted to speaking with her, partly to make work ...