Failed Escape
Unknown numbers flashed insistently across my phone, but I didn't answer, knowing it was him trying to reach me.
At 9 o'clock, the plane began its slow glide toward the runway.
Just as I was about to switch off my phone, Bella's call came through.
The moment I picked up, Aaron's voice, tense and urgent, came through the line:
"Claire, where are you?!"