She had to get her son away from the smoke. But where could they go?
The Detroit skyline was in view, but all Justine could see was a jumble of chaos as men and women scrambled out of their seats in an attempt to get toward the front of the cabin.
The screams of the passengers melted together with the shrill screech of the siren. Justine held her son close. “Don’t leave me,” she shouted into West’s ear, but even then she wasn’t sure he heard her.
They were so close. How could so many things go wrong on a single flight? It didn’t make sense. General’s last words reverberated in her mind, as well as his horrid laugh. “You’re all gonna die,” he said. Was he the one who planned this? But how could he have set the entire plane on fire when he was tied up in the back of the cabin?
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