Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“You okay, sis?”
She doesn’t reply. Simply nods, her hand clamped onto Brock’s.
The air smooths out after a moment, and I breathe a sigh of release.
“See?” Brianna says. “Everything’s cool. We’re flying over the English Channel, which are some of the roughest waters in the world. The air pressure is probably a mess.”
I have no idea if she knows what she’s talking about or whether she’s making it up as she goes, but her words soothe me. Slightly.
I take the last drink of my water and look for the flight attendant to ask for another. Where is she? Then I see her up front, buckled into her jump seat.
Okay… Not a great sign.
But the air is smooth, until—
My heart drops to my stomach when the plane falls. Or seems to. It’s like that feeling when you’re on a roller coaster going straight down.
The turbulence begins again, and—
Brianna lets out a frantic scream as the plane rocks and sways.
I’m trapped. My seat belt restrains me. It’s tight. So tight.
A drop.
The roller coaster again.
A shrill sound pierces my ears, and the yellow oxygen masks descend.
Brianna is shaking and screaming. I grab the mask, get it on her as quickly as I can.
Then I panic.
The plane drops, and the overhead luggage compartments fly open. Suitcases drop, one barely missing my head.
Time is fucked up.
Seconds fly by, but I see in slow motion. A haze of debris flying around the cabin, clothes tumbling from carry-ons. Vomit from mouths. Screams. Sobs. Shrieks.
I turn to the woman I love, raise my voice above the commotion. “Don’t be scared, Brianna. Wherever we’re going, we’ll be together.”
Then I put on my oxygen mask, grab her, and close my eyes.