Chapter 76

Four years later, Dillon's white-knuckled grip seized the arms of his seat as the small plane descended into the Jackson, Wyoming airport. His mouth, dry as a desert in summer, made swallowing near impossible. Anxiety made his chest tighten; breath quicken. He recognized the symptoms, as his nerves began to tingle.

He hadn't kept in contact with anyone in the last four years, so he wouldn't be surprised if his friends didn't want to see him. It was his own faulthis own choice. No one would be waiting for him, certainly not Avri.

The plane touched down on the runway and taxied on the tarmac the short distance to the gate. Passengers stood and retrieved their overhead luggage while Dillon remained riveted in his seat until the very last passenger exited the plane.

A flight attendant approached when he remained immobile and frozen in place. "Can I help you, sir?"

"No, no thank you. I-I'm going" He would have to get out of the plane. The cleaning crew, already on board, started in the