Chapter 6
Frank
I kept tapping my leg anxiously, staring at my phone, watching the door, knowing I could hear something any second.
"Calm down," he said, glaring at me. "You're getting me agitated, and I can’t think straight."
He raised his eyes to find Clara.
"I can’t help it. Believe it or not, this is the first time I’m trying my hands at this madness. I’m hoping—wondering when the heck the pilot’s going to arrive."
"Speak of the devil, as they say, and he shall appear."
The door opened to reveal the pilot, now mostly changed out of his uniform, dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans with a cap on his head and a few scratches on his arm. Clara gasped beside me, pointing at his arm.
"Oh, this?" he said. "It happens when you skydive over a forest, apparently."
He shrugged and walk
