Chapter 152

**Mateo**

Air smells funny on planes. It’s clean and cold and a little bit like when Ronan leaves the windows open in the car after it rains. But it’s also big, like it goes on forever.I press my face against the tiny window and grin because the clouds are right there again, all white and bouncy and close enough that maybe, if I open the window just a little, I could touch one. (Sissy already told