Page 4 of Turning the Tide
"Yeah!" He screams, his arms going quickly around my neck. "Can Ellie help?"
"Sure," I nod. Stepping back from him.
"No, I don't wanna," Ellie whispers, withdrawing herself from the conversation. Getting off her knees and walking inside.
"She doesn't like planes," JC murmurs, "I forgot, I better go check on her."
"Why not?" I ask, finding it hard to believe that anyone could not like planes.
He lets out a sigh, "An airplane took her dad away."
Wait. What?