The Gravity of Missing Things by Marisa Urgo

Author:Marisa Urgo
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-01-28T03:30:57+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Day Five – Afternoon

I’d never been more grateful that Dad and Savannah weren’t home yet.

It was like the plane had gone missing all over again. I was glued to the television, a helpless victim to whatever slander the media wanted to broadcast.

Could ending things with her lover have caused pilot Jennifer Ashby to turn the plane on herself?

Exactly who is the man missing pilot Jennifer Ashby was seeing?

What if she was distracted by a phone call from the mystery man?

I squeezed my eyes shut. Mom having an affair didn’t make her a murderer. But it did mean she wasn’t the person I knew. And I wasn’t sure what that person might be capable of.

My fingers dialed Agent Rosenfield before my brain caught up.

“I take it you’ve seen the news,” she said. Her voice was quieter than usual.

“Is this true?”

“This is what I wanted to come over and discuss,” she said. “But no need for that anymore, I suppose.”

“Tell me everything you know.” I didn’t mean to snap at a federal agent, but whatever. It was going to be in a tabloid. Might as well hear it from a real source. “You’re, like, the one connection I have to the truth. Please?”

She sighed. “I suppose you’ll hear it anyway. Yes, she was likely having an affair with Dr. Matthew Bryant.”

In all the times I’d searched him online, I’d still found nothing related to Mom. He wasn’t even in a single one of her social media photos.

“I-I don’t get it. I’ve never heard of this guy. They met in the military, but then did they stay in touch?”

“Yes, they served together,” she said. “Briefly. Then they took flying lessons together.”

“I guess that’s why I found the picture with the flight wings,” I said.

“Flight wings?” Agent Rosenfield asked.

It was the very first time since Mom was gone that I wasn’t sure if I wanted more information or not. Learning about Dr. Bryant felt like I was on the edge of a precipice. It was like putting together a puzzle without knowing what image I was building.

At first, putting the pieces together had been an exciting discovery, but this one? It felt significant in a way that unsettled my stomach.

“I think… I think I might know something.”

“Yes?” Agent Rosenfield asked.

But I couldn’t give up now. I wasn’t doing this just for me. I was doing it for Savannah, for Dad, for Mom.

I braced myself and told her about the necklace, Miles, and my own research.

“I strongly suggest not meeting strangers you meet online. At least you did it in public. Kids, my God.” She sighed. “But that is interesting. Why was that photo with the wings, and not in a regular photo album? It doesn’t make sense, unless…” Something changed in Agent Rosenfield’s voice. “The last time she’d worn the sweater where you found the picture, when was that?”

I opened my mouth to explain about the driving test, how we’d celebrated with rich chocolate ice cream, but then I remembered I was wrong.

The black car.

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