27 - Becca

I shook my head to go back to my gift, that's when I opened my email, first checking who had sent it. All my organs stopped working. It was an email from Friederich. Maybe it was to ask me about the roses, I hadn't even said I received them, even though I was sure it had been delivered at his behest. I opened the email and once again I feel my organs fail.

From: Friederich Hanson

Date: December 14, 2012 9:30 am

To: Becca Smith

Subject: Your trip

Is the first class seat comfortable enough for you, Becca? Stay tuned. That knife injury wasn't an accident and you're being reckless to go so far..

I curled up in my seat, feeling my hands tremble and my eyes look in all directions for Friederich. I didn't see him. Soon a commissioner approached asking me to keep the device, since we would soon be on the air. Still in automatic mode, I put my phone in my bag, feeling that it was observed. Damn Hanson.

We were in the air and I couldn't keep quiet. Always attracting the curious eyes of flight a