front door and taken off. She’d parked and offered to come
inside, at least to get Quinn checked in. She didn’t fly often
and it was nice having the support and Danica’s navigational
skills to get them through the airport.
Danica tugged on Quinn’s arm. “We’re cutting it close as
is. We really need to find the counter where you need to check
in. I’ll get them to give you directions to the gate. Don’t worry.
Everything’s going to be fine. Planes are perfectly safe-”
“It’s not that.”
“What then?” Danica blinked her slightly red rimmed eyes.
She looked like she hadn’t fully woken up yet.
Quinn wanted to think that maybe that was her problem
too, but she knew the early hour had nothing to do with it.
“Quinn? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Danica took
Quinn’s arm and tugged her away from the middle of the way,
where people were trying to dodge and step around them. Over
by the wall no one would run them over at least.
“It’s- I- it’s just that…” Danica waited, even though she
was obviously stressed about Quinn missing her flight. “It’s
just that I don’t know if there’s any point to this,” Quinn said
in a rush.
“Any point?”
“Yeah. Any point.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means. Any point to
what?”
“Any point to any of it.” Quinn grabbed her bag’s handle.
She clenched her hand around it tightly and watched as her
knuckles and the veins in the back of her hand flexed and
stood out.
“I think it’s just early and you need a cup of coffee.”