The journey felt wrong and very hard for her. During the flight to New York, she just stared at the very dark and cloudy night sky. The plane shook several times as it passed through storm clouds. She wanted to sleep, but her eyes were too stubborn to close. The only thing she could do was stick her head against the back of her seat. The person next to her moved several times. Brynlee felt like she was being watched, but she tried to ignore it. The person probably knew that she was very sad, so he always moved very carefully next to her.
"Good evening, would you like something before we land, Ms?"
"No, thank you."
“I want coffee. Just black."
For the first time Brynlee heard the man speak. She only glanced at him briefly, then leaned her head on the back of the seat.
"You haven't eate
