Her forehead pressed lightly against the window, Nnenna closed her eyes. The hum of the engines seemed to echo her heart, steady and distant. And then, her mind slipped back.
Her mind drifted, unbidden, back to that day with Somto, bright eyes, confident smiles, a future neither of them could predict.
That first time. That first journey across the continent.
She had not woken in her own bed, no. She had woken cocooned in warmth, her body sinking into a softness that felt too perfect to question.
A blanket she didn't remember pulling over herself. A pillow so warm and solid that it erased every trace of the nightmares she usually carried in her sleep.
Only when her fingers reached for her phone did the numbers on the screen snap her halfway awake.
Ten hours?
Her eyes had shot open. I slept that long? The realization was absurd, but her body felt so weightless, so deeply rested, it almost made sense.
