Chapter Eight: Sabrina

Sabrina

Sabrina's face was practically plastered to the small window of the plane. She watched with absolute wonder as they descended into New York. For her, it was as if they were about to land upon a newly discovered city, something reserved for daydreams and fairy tales. The downtown city of Memphis paled in comparison to New York’s skyscrapers that reached like modern-day castles into the sky. A fraction of New York could swallow all of Memphis, Sabrina thought, and she had never felt so tiny.

After a smooth descent, Marco’s plane landed on a small, private runway at John F. Kennedy International Airport. This put his private jet was out of the way of the big commercial airliners landing nearby. Once the pilot had stopped the aircraft, they all exited the directly onto the runway’s pavement where their driver would pick them up.

A gust of wind was the first thing to greet Sabrina when the door opened. It caught her hair and whisked it chaotically as she climbed down the jet’s atta