Redemption (Night Marchers #2) Written by: Rebecca Gober and Courtney Nuckels by Courtney Nuckels, Rebecca Gober Read Free Book Online

everyone
is following directions. She looks at me with a strange expression.
Blushing, I realize it's most likely because I must have been
basically unresponsive these past eight hours. I turn my gaze out
the window, trying to not draw any additional undue attention to
myself.
    Seeing the familiar flight tower of the
Dallas Fort Worth airport brings back memories of the many trips my
dad and I made for his work. My stomach sinks when I think about
what I've put him through and the sacrifice he is making by sending
his only daughter thousands of miles away to keep her safe.
    Once we land I grab my small carry-on from
overhead and follow the shuffling group of weary travelers out onto
the jet bridge. Stepping out on the gate I take a second to really
absorb the fact that I'm back home, in Texas. While I wasn't happy
that my dad sent me here when I need to be in Hawaii trying to help
Kai, Adam and Noa, I can't deny that seeing Kaylee isn't getting me
excited.
    I look at my watch to see that it's already
six p.m. It has nearly been twenty-four hours since Paul's
terrifying announcement that someone captured Adam. Paul's friends
said that they are looking into a way to find Adam and I can’t help
but wonder if they were successful. My rushed attempt last night
was totally faltered. My chest aches thinking of Adam still being
out there somewhere hurting. I offer a silent prayer to God that
the Menehune's have been able to find a way to get to him.
    After a long walk I finally turn the corner
into the baggage claim area only to hear a high pitch, deafening
scream, which captures most of my other fellow travelers attention
as well. It doesn't take me long to recognize those vocal cords.
Tears spring to my eyes as I see Kaylee running towards me. My
heart wells up as I run meeting her half way and we crash into each
other in a heart felt hug. I can't believe how much I missed my
BFI. Best friends infinitely are what we call each other. Not
forever, because with a friendship like ours, forever is too short.
I'm sure people are staring at us but we don't care, we just stand
in the middle of the baggage claim hugging and crying like two
sobbing fools.
    After a few seconds Kaylee pulls away but
keeps her hands on my shoulders. Searching my eyes she says, "Emma,
it's going to all be okay now. I'm so glad that you’re home." Not
able to respond I just nod and hope that she's right. Even if she's
not, at least I have my best friend to talk to now.
    As we hear the beeping sound announcing that
luggage is going to start spitting out onto the carousel, we both
start wiping our eyes with our hands. I'm pretty sure that my
mascara is running everywhere, so is Kaylee's, but of course she
still looks like a super model with her big blue eyes and blonde
hair.
    A few seconds later my luggage comes circling
around. I didn't pack my stuff; I'm guessing that my dad did. It
doesn't matter though if he missed anything. Kaylee and I wear
pretty much the same size so I can always borrow what I don't have
from her.
    With my luggage in hand, Kaylee and I head
out into the balmy late spring air of Dallas, Texas. The sun has
already set and all of the city lights have come on full force.
Kaylee grabs her keys out of her purse and we take the long hike
towards her red Volvo.
    After stuffing my luggage in her small trunk
we both hop in, Kaylee starts the ignition, pulls out and starts
driving towards her house.
    "By the way, my mom is going to be heading
out of town tomorrow for a week long business trip. She couldn't
cancel it. Your dad was okay with everything though. After all,
both of us are less than a few months from turning eighteen."
Kaylee says with a sly smile. I consider this predicament. It
couldn’t be more convenient, or ironic, at how well this may turn
out. I may very well have just been handed an opportunity.
    "Well, that's mighty convenient Kaylee
because I could really use your help." I say as the wheels start
churning in my head.
    "Oh