Exactly at 8 AM, the plane began its long taxi across the runway, picking up speed until the nose lifted and they were airborne.
Evie didn't relax until the fasten seatbelt sign blinked off and the flight attendant passed by with the first round of drinks. She stared out the window, watching the familiar skyline of New York City shrink into a complicated pattern of blocks and lines.
When she got bored, she took out her headphones from her bag, put them on, and played a loud song that momentarily lifted her from the chains of boredom.
While she was lost in a thumping, rhythmic cocoon of sound, she felt someone jab a finger into her head from the side. Her eyes darted over to see who dared to cause her discomfort, only to see Lisa looking at her provocatively.
Evie's expression turned cold, but she remained calm.
