Lost in the Blackout

Clara

I look back and forth between Wyatt and Beatrice, noting her pallid skin tone and his quiet concern. “How long overdue is the plane?” I inquire, checking the time on my phone.

“It was supposed to get in five hours ago. Arthur has never been late before.” Beatrice pipes up, bouncing Nellie in her arms and visibly trying to control the tremors of fear wracking her body. I rise from my cha