Mathilda’s POV
I woke up when the plane began to shake from turbulence. The sky outside was dark and heavy, flashes of lightning slicing through the clouds. My heart started to race — I hated this kind of weather.
I glanced at my watch. Two in the afternoon. Apparently, I’d been asleep for quite a while.
When I looked over at Fredric and Paula, both seemed to be asleep too — no whispering, no movement between them. The flight was still long, and boredom was creeping in. Maybe I’d just go back to sleep.
I slipped my eye mask back on and let the darkness pull me under again. Slowly, my thoughts faded… until I heard a voice whisper right by my ear.
“Hey, can we talk for a moment?”
If only I could answer, ‘No, I can’t.’
What could she possibly want?
I lifted my eye mask and looked at P
