The Gravity of Missing Things

Flight 133 disappeared over the ocean. No wreckage. No distress signal. Just gone.

Suddenly, everyone on the news and social media is talking about whether the pilot intentionally crashed it-everyone but me. Because I know her. The pilot was my mom, and there's no way she would hurt anyone. No one else knows that
before she left, she wrote me a note. Trust me, it said.

Now it feels like someone split my world-and me-in two, and the only person who believes me is Landon. I want to trust him, t...