Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
I almost passed out the moment I saw what we were riding. My steps faltered, while my breath hitched, and an involuntary chill ran down my spine. My hands turned clammy, and my legs felt like they could barely carry me forward.
In front of me was the Don's massive private plane, a marvel of state-of-the-art technology, parked as though it were a throne on the tarmac. Its sleek design, polished metal exterior, and undeniable aura of luxury should have been reassuring, but instead, it only made me feel smaller.
One question swirled in my mind - Where the hell, were we going today?
Though the plane looked sturdy, its size and sophistication doing everything to scream “safe,” my fear of flying had not subsided in the slightest since my first nerve-wracking
