Patrick stopped at the bottom of the stairs, motioning me upward. Each step was harder than the one before. As my stomach twisted, I decided finding a restroom was my first priority before we took off. What little breakfast I'd eaten many hours ago was moving precariously upward as the taste of bile bubbled in my throat.
“Welcome, Ms. Hawkins," a woman in uniform said as I stepped inside away from the sunshine. “I'm your pilot today, Marianne McGee." She lifted her hand to the right, away from the cockpit. “This is Jana and Keaton, your attendants for today's flight."
“Hello," the two said in unison.
I barely heard them as I took in the opulence of the aircraft.
It was nothing like the one I'd flown on before. There was a shiny round table, large by any standard, with six seats as
