The words stayed stuck in her mind and Enola had spent the better part of the flight brooding and barely listening to Izzy's constant stream of chatter. Clothes were outgrown in a week, little hands reached higher every day and...and...
Obsessive paranoid thoughts were getting harder to shove aside these days. Though Enola managed to do just that when the chaos child made a break for her father.
This was a happy moment.
"It was -"
"DADDY whatever she says I didn't do it."
Enola offered a smile and a shrug that said it all.
We made it. And so did everyone else on the plane.