Like Smoke
SIENNA
“I’m sorry, ma’am. We have to pull off now or the pilot says we won’t make it. The storm is only growing stronger.”
If I closed my eyes, I could hear her now. The cutesy flight attendant’s mascara-lined lashes stood at end, open and wide. She glanced frantically out the window, from time to time, and as she peered out, my gaze followed hers, believing there was a mistake.
No. Knowing there was a mistake.
Where the hell was Gio?
His “minute” had turned into ten. The rain no longer pitter-pattered against the windows; it pounded… and every intermittent beat was like the pulse of my own heart. Wild and erratic. Uncontrollable.
My legs were shaking, my foot quaking as I tried my best to stay calm, wait for Gio. The attendant looked back at me with irritated eyes, and b
