Chapter 8
The next morning, Will arrived at the hospital carrying a small bouquet of wildflowers – the kind that grew wild on the mountains where I used to fly.
Grace clutched my helmet against her chest as they walked through the lobby, past the reporters who had camped out all night. The cameras followed t...
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1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5

6. Chapter 6

7. Chapter 7

8. Chapter 8


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