I carried Erin and placed her in my seat, and then settled in next to Megan, molding her body to rest over mine. My beautiful Megan lies crushed tightly to my chest. The soft white skin of her neck calls to me while I watch her sleep. I restrain myself from trailing kisses across it. I finally wake her when she started kicking.Erin lies sprawled across two seats behind Megan and me with her legs in Vito’s lap.“Does your head hurt?” I ask her.“Ugh, yes...bad,” she says, and I push the button above us for the attendant. “How long til we land?” “Not long.”An attendant comes down the aisle and stops at our row.“Can I help you?” she asks.“Do you have any aspirin?”“Of course.” The attendant leaves.I massage the back of her neck with my hand, and she moans. I reflect about all that Megan has had to endure over the past two weeks. I want to rip someone’s fucking head off just thinking about it. Her fucking father did this to her. Megan didn’t grow up knowing this shit—beatings, money, hits.
