Third person:
The air is still bubbling with celebration, but Yara didn't spare a backwards glance as she slips through the exit. Armed with the news she needs, she heads out, hailing the first taxi. Her heels click sharply against the pavement, her fingers gripping her purse a little too tightly. Then she makes her way to the airport. Her body is tense, because she doesn't know if her plan will work. Every second feels borrowed. Every move feels like stepping onto thin ice.
On getting to the airport, she purchases a one-way ticket to America. The lady at the counter smiles politely, unaware of the storm brewing behind Yara’s calm expression. Then she waits until they start to board. She makes her way to the business class, settling into her cabin. As the plane ascends, Yara leans her he
