He can’t be here. It’s not really happening. This is all a bad dream.
Isabelle kept repeating the lines over and over in her head as she vaguely realized that she is being strapped into one of the airplane seats by someone. She could not seem to get over her initial reaction of seeing her brother after quite some time. Somehow, she could not shake off the expression his face.
I think I’m going crazy!
“Isabelle, here,” Sofia’s voice seemed distant but Isabelle turned towards the direction from which the voice came from and found herself face to face with Sofia “drink this, it will help you feel better.”
Isabelle stared at her for a second before she felt Sofia nudge her arm gently. She looked down to see the glass of champagne being handed over to her. Without a word, she reached for
