The Flyght Series

I can tell something’s not right throughout dinner. Gus avoids eye contact, and Jinzo is a lot quieter than usual.

Skylar, Malina, Gus, and I arrive early for dinner. The restaurant is busy with most of the tables occupied, and a band plays quiet samba music in the far corner.

“Who’s at the villa?” Skylar asks as our autocab pulls up at Villa 313.

I place my hand on my stomach for the entire ride into Cuidad Paloma. “You gonna be okay?” Skylar asks, eyeing my vociferous belly.

I want to pan fry the fiddlehead and season it before eating it, but I have no idea if cooking it will change the way it works. There are no notes about this plant in Dad’s database except that it causes invisibility.

I keep my face straight until they walk off. “Vivian…” Gus whispers, almost reverent.

As I throw a glance over my shoulder for the hundredth time, I realize I’m acting like a hunted animal. “She’s still not there,” Skylar drawls out as she catches me being paranoid.

The plans I want to make do nothing but plague me all night as I toss and turn in bed. No sleep for Vivian on this ‘relaxing’ vacation.