![]() ![]() ![]() It was so stuffed she was pretty sure it weighed more than she did. She checked her luggage, which was packed for a trip to Scotland the following week, and carried her backpack that held everything she would need for the next few days. Her long blond hair was up in a ponytail, and she wore a Red Sox baseball cap her brother-in-law, Dylan, had given her. She was dressed for comfort in a pair of snug jeans and a light pink T-shirt. Scheduled to take an early flight on a no-frills, but supercheap airline to Boston, she arrived at the airport in plenty of time to go through security. The first was an irritating inconvenience the second, a terrifying nightmare. She had made detailed plans for the day that lay ahead, and she would have sailed through them if two unfortunate incidents hadn’t waylaid her. ![]() She had such high hopes this morning when she dragged herself out of bed at the ungodly hour of five a.m. Isabel MacKenna had a hundred things to do today. ![]()
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