At the first whiff of jet fuel seeping into the cabin, at the upward thrust of the plane, at the ping of the seatbelt sign as it blinks off, Ebby experiences a new sensation, like a cloak falling away from her shoulders and leaving behind a cool, silken something that can best be described as relief. Her plan to run away from home may not be a terribly original idea, but it feels like the smartest thing Ebby has done all year.
