Tilda
My eyes blink open,and I look at the blue sky stretching before me.
The plane shakes, like we’re flying through turbulence, but it stops a moment later.
I yawn.
I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. But seeing my family always exhausts me. And I didn’t sleep well last night since I was stressing about today.
Today.Who could’ve seen that coming?
I shift in my seat, opening my mouth to ask Ethan how much time is left, when I notice something.
The quiet.
The lack of rumble.
I stare out the windshield at the propeller.
It’s spinning.
Is it going slower?
“Ethan?”
He’s doing something to something on the complicated dashboard. The dashboard with a blank screen in the middle.
I lift one side of my headphones.
It’s too quiet.
“Ethan?” Panic laces my tone.
He sighs and drops his hand from the dials back to the steering wheel thing.
“Ethan?” I whisper it this time.
He looks at me. His dark glasses block me from seeing his full expression. But he doesn’t look worried.
Maybe it’s fine? Maybe I just thought it was loud before because I was nervous.
“We’re going to land,” Ethan says calmly.
And I look forward, back out the windshield.
But there’s nothing.
No airfield.
No city.
Just mountains and an endless forest.
I try to keep my voice even. “Where?”
“Up ahead. There’s a strip of clear land beside a stream.”
My heartbeat starts to dance. “Why?”