Now, she stared blankly at the passing scenery, her heart heavy with a deep, gnawing emptiness.
"Where are we going…?" she whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking.
Gabriel didn't turn to look at her. He scrolled through emails on his phone, his expression calm and detached.
"Home."
She frowned weakly, her fingers curling into her coat sleeves.
"Home…? Where is home…? I… I want to see them… please… just once…"
His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn't respond. Outside, the road signs flashed by in rapid succession as they neared the private airfield.
PRIVATE AIRFIELD – CHOPPER LOADING
The sleek black chopper waited on the tarmac, its blades rotating slowly in preparation for departure. The morning wind whipped across the concrete, carrying faint scents of jet fuel and cold metal.
