It didn’t hit her until Howard had left for the plane home.
They all had plane tickets. Round trip, arranged by their parents back when they came here.
She hadn’t come by airplane. The closest her father had come to being involved in her coming here was trying to keep her away from this place — something she ought to thank him for at some point.
Some students had headed out to the village area; she wandered out there to see what was going on, only to see Wyatt getting into a car. Continue reading