Borrowed Wings

The private airfield was frozen under the gray dawn. A bitter wind cut across the tarmac, biting through Sylvie’s thin coat as she stared up at the aircraft. Sleek, white, and massive, the jet waited on the runway like a predator resting on concrete.

Sadie skipped ahead, clutching her small shoulder bag. "I love flying private. No lines, no crowds, no waiting around."

Evan stood by the boarding