His jaw was tense as he fought to keep us level, his knuckles white where he gripped the controls. Every few seconds, he would glance at the instruments, then back out the windscreen where visibility was almost zero.
“How long to the village?” the doctor asked.
“Fifteen minutes in good weather,” Isaac replied without taking his eyes off the controls. “Maybe twenty in this.”
We flew in relative silence after that, the only sounds the roar of the engine and the constant drumming of rain against the windscreen. I tried to focus on breathing steadily, but every bump and shake of the plane made my heart race faster.
About ten minutes into the flight, something changed. The rain seemed to lessen slightly, but the air around us grew thicker and denser. I looked out the small windo
