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?