wires.
Iâve been pushed off this story. Why do I care?
Because deep down it was her story.
She had an emotional connection to it. The image of Diane Wilsonâs farewell video to her family burned in Kateâs mind as she tried to imagine the horror of what the people on that flight had faced. One moment youâre living your life. The next moment youâre falling from the sky, expecting to die.
What happened to that plane?
No one had broken any new angles on the story. She put her phone down, finished dressing and went to the kitchen where Vanessa was working on her laptop, concentrating behind her glasses, hair curtained to one side. For a moment Kate acknowledged some facts of her sisterâs tragedy. She had not just been found, sheâd been a prisoner before she was rescued, and the man whoâd held her all those years had allowed her to read. In fact, heâd given her all kinds of booksânovels, text books, encyclopedias and dictionaries. Books had become her lifeline. Her reading and comprehension skills were remarkable, the therapists had said. Despite her nightmare, her lost years and everything that sheâd endured, Vanessa had emerged a poised, self-assured, beautiful young woman, Kate thought.
âYouâre up early,â Kate said.
âGot a test coming. I need to study.â
âCommerce?â
âEconomics. I made some raspberry tea.â
âThanks. I could use it.â
âYou got back later than we expected. Howâd things go for you yesterday?â
âAwful. Iâm thinking of leaving Newslead. The place is falling apart.â
Vanessa looked up from her work, pushed her hair back.
âBut you love it there. Youâre devoted to that place.â
Hands cupped around her mug, Kate shook her head, sipped some tea and told Vanessa about her ordeal. When Kate finished, Vanessa considered the matter then said, âYou donât want to quit over this.â
âWhy not?â
âYouâre bigger than that.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âJust let it go.â
âBut what happened is wrong on so many levels, and I donât see it getting better.â
âIt all comes down to bumper sticker clichés, Kate. âWhat doesnât kill us makes us stronger.â Suck it up, step back and look at where weâve been and where we are now. Youâre tougher than Sloane and Reeka and you know it.â
Absorbing Vanessaâs suggestion, Kate caressed the guardian angel necklace she always wore as she looked to the wall, at the framed cover of the book theyâd written together: Echo In My Heart: A Relentless Story of Love, Loss and Survival . For years, Vanessa had been locked up by a madman, and Kate had helped rescue her. Through it all, neither of them had quit and neither of them had given up hope. Vanessa was Kateâs inspiration.
âYou make a good point,â Kate said.
âThink it over. Iâve got to get dressed.â
Vanessa smiled before she left. Alone in the kitchen, Kate couldnât suppress her need to know more about EastCloud Flight 4990. She got on her phone and again researched the plane. Again, as far as she could tell, the Richlon-TitanRT-86 was a new model, without any known history of major problems. The crew said it was a malfunction, not turbulence. And in its statement, EastCloud had said the flight had âencountered a situation on its approach into New York.â
Kate was mulling over what she knew when her phone vibrated with a text from Tara Lawson, a reporter at Newslead.
OMG the rumors were true! Chuck Laneer is back!
What? This a joke, Tara?
Iâm looking at him in his office now! Maybe he can save us all?
Kateâs spirits soared. Chuck was back. This changed everything.
âMom? Did you hear me?â
Kate looked from her phone to Grace.
âCan I get new shoes, pink ones like Amber got?â
âNo, sweetie. The shoes
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