In my twenties, I flew to Alaska determined to change the world. I returned home devastated, filled with fear and the kind of heartache it takes years to overcome.
Now, sixteen years later, as I hurl through the sky on the wings of heartbreak and despair, I’m desperately trying to hold myself together. Not just because of why I’m flying back, but because I know he’ll be waiting.
John Jennings — the man who made me realize I could fly without my feet ever leaving the ground.
The promise I returned to keep will change our lives irrevocably.
We’ve been separated for years by more than air; there’s a secret that stands between us.
