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Book 8: First Class

Penulis: CHIBI WRITES
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-09 15:44:28

Isla had a system.

Window seat. Noise-cancelling headphones on before boarding finished. Laptop open, document ready, the universal signal for I am working and I am not interested in you or your children or your opinions about turbulence. She’d been flying long haul since she was twenty-six and had perfected the art of existing in a metal tube for fourteen hours without making a single friend.

First class on this particular flight had eight seats. Seven of them were empty.

She’d checked. Twi
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    The captain’s voice came through at six-fourteen AM. Ladies and gentlemen, we’re beginning our descent into Los Angeles. Local time is six-fourteen in the morning. Temperature a pleasant sixty-eight degrees. Isla was already awake. She’d been awake for twenty minutes, watching the sky outside her window shift from black to deep navy to the particular bruised purple that came just before dawn. The city was still invisible below the clouds but she knew it was there, fourteen million people going about their morning, completely indifferent to whatever had happened at thirty-seven thousand feet. She became aware that Marcus was awake too. He hadn’t moved. Still reclined, still facing the aisle, but his breathing had changed and his eyes were open, watching her with the quiet alertness of someone who’d been awake longer than he was admitting. “How long have you been watching me?” she asked. “Few minutes.” No apology in it. “You were thinking very loudly.” She huffed a small laugh.

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    They stayed in the bathroom longer than was smart. Isla ran cold water over her wrists first, an old trick, something her mother taught her for hot summers that worked just as well for flushed skin and racing pulses. She splashed her face carefully, fixed her mascara with a dampened finger, smoothed her hair back into something presentable. Marcus ran the tap and sorted himself out behind her, tucked in, zipped, jacket straightened. He caught her eye in the mirror while she was fixing her blouse and his mouth curved slightly. “What,” she said. “Nothing.” He reached over and turned her collar down where it had flipped up. Straightened it with two fingers. “There.” She looked at them both in the mirror one last time. Acceptable. Barely. She unlocked the door and slipped out first, moving quickly back through the curtain into the main cabin. Still dark. Still empty. The galley curtain on the far end was closed, a thin strip of crew light underneath it. Nobody emerged. She

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    It started with turbulence. Not bad, just enough to shift the plane sideways, a slow roll that made the overhead compartments rattle and woke Isla from the half-sleep she’d fallen into against Marcus’s shoulder. The seatbelt sign pinged on. The cabin crew voice came through the speaker, low and automated, asking passengers to return to their seats. Marcus stirred. His arm tightened around her briefly before he was fully awake. “You should go back,” he murmured. She lifted her head. Looked at him in the dark blue light. His hair was wrecked from her hands. His shirt untucked. He looked at her with that same direct, unhurried attention he’d had since the beginning and she felt it move through her the same way it had the first time, warm and slightly destabilizing, like standing on a deck in open water. She stood. Smoothed her skirt. Crossed back to her seat and clipped her belt. The turbulence settled after ten minutes. The seatbelt sign clicked off. The cabin went quiet again.

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    The cabin crew cleared their trays at hour three and disappeared. The overhead lights dropped to almost nothing, just the faint blue glow of the night setting and the tiny reading lamp Isla had angled toward her closed laptop. Outside the windows there was nothing. Just black sky and stars so dense they looked fake. Marcus had talked for almost two hours. Not like someone who needed to perform grief, no careful packaging, no reassuring the listener that he was fine. He talked the way people talked when they’d been holding something too long and finally found somewhere safe to set it down. The house in Hammersmith. His father’s workshop in the basement, tools hung in exactly the same order for forty years. The cup of tea still on the counter when Marcus arrived. Still on the counter when he left. Isla had listened. Actually listened, which was not something she did easily. “Your turn,” he said now. They’d shifted without noticing, both reclined slightly toward the aisle, the space

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