But when we boarded the plane, Emme more or less collapsed into her seat and curled herself into a ball. I didn’t know what to make of that. I kept an eye on her as we took off, glancing over the frame of my iPad every few minutes. Once we were airborne, she pulled the hood up, tucked her knees into the sweater, and dropped her head to her folded arms. She was pale, none of her usual rosiness riding high on her cheeks. Even her lips were pale. I leaned forward, my arms braced on my thighs. “What’s goin’ on over there, Muggsy?” She shook her head but kept her eyes closed. “Cramps.” Ah. Well.
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