“Attention, passengers. We will begin our descent into Dallas in approximately twenty minutes. The temperature there is seventy-eight degrees….” The pilot continued, giving information about where the plane was headed next, what to do if one were looking for connecting flights, etc., but Ella’s mind was on what was going to happen when she stepped off of the plane. Would they be followed, or would they make their entry into the United States undetected?
It was weird not sitting next to Rome. She had for the first flight, the longest leg, but when they’d switched planes in Bolivia, they’d decided it would be better if they weren’t spotted together, just in case. So she was sitting a few rows ahead of him.
