“How much longer can we hold take off?” I quiz the co-pilot, whose standing hand on hip glaring at me.
I’ve already demanded ten extra minutes and now his patience is wearing thin.
Well, so is mine, asshole.
Luca’s hand firmly grips my shoulder from the seat next to me.
“Keller, we have to go. We can’t wait for her to maybe turn up. You have a weigh-in this evening. If she was coming, she would have been here by now. I’m sorry, Brother.” His tone is rough with regret.
Sadness overtakes my body as I sag back into the leather seats, admitting defeat.
The haunting realization slamming into me like a ton of bricks.
I’ve lost her.
For good this time.
