Resigned to the fact that this flight wouldn’t be the luxury experience she had envisioned, Kristen reminded herself that comfort wasn’t what mattered now. As the plane ascended into the clouds, she pulled out a book, its pages worn and familiar, letting herself become immersed in the plot.
Hours slipped by, marked only by the steady drone of the engines, which lulled her into a semi-relaxed state. Just as she began to lose herself in the plot, savoring the tension that built within the story, a sudden commotion shattered the peace like a glass breaking on the floor.