CHAPTER 12
Once their plane landed, it was nearly impossible for Chelsea to recall the exact order of events. Weeks later, as she sat at her favorite café, trying to type out a single sentence to describe what she went through, she couldn’t even write one word.
There were those few minutes of relief. The sense that the worst was behind them.
Then Bradley’s dire warnings ringing and echoing throughout the cabin as he promised they were all about to die.
At the time, Chelsea attributed his words to the ravings of a madman.
That was before she smelled the smoke.
After the ordeal, Clark told her it was understandable why she couldn’t stand the fireworks on New Year’s Eve that year. Why even the little poppers her nephew threw on the sidewalk made her cringe.
Chelsea was scarred. That
