I still wasn’t a fan of small planes, but last time I’d puked my guts out in the little Skyhawk, and this week I didn’t use a single barf bag. It wasn’t lost on me that Jack had replenished the stash in the seat pocket to overflowing. Amazing what the absence of a fetus could do for a woman’s queasy tummy. Even more amazing what its absence did to her heart. The rest of me didn’t feel that bad, and I hoped I could put away everything sucky about my life for a weekend. Some things I couldn’t change anyway, and I needed to learn not to dwell on my new reality. Mountains, horses, and green chiles might be just what I needed to try to get my head right. As we bounced down the runway, I checked my phone. Jack had practically hog-tied me to his side the entire morning as we put together a work list and game plan for Freeman and Escalante and the new Johnson case. We’d barely finished in time to grab lunch at Taco Villa on the way to Heaven. A bean burrito with sour cream usually cheered me up, but it didn’t today.
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