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I liked how I was improperly dressed, another small rebellion. Under different circumstances, I would have bought a few more layers of t-shirts, warmer gloves maybe, you can find so many treasures at airports. But I was too busy watching my past blow up in flames.

Stray tears slid down my face; why did that keep happening? I didn't wipe them. Let the world see me crumble. Dead mother, dead husband, now likely a dead boss, burned properties all over Jackson and, somehow, a secret at the heart of it that everybody knew and had kept from me all these years.

I'd barely moved in three hours, no food or water, the jet engine a tranquilizer to the rabid polar bear in my belly...waiting.