Chapter 8

Maya’s POV

I stagger to my feet, my legs weak beneath me, and press my back against the cool tile wall of the airplane lavatory. Panic and adrenaline war within me as I search my frantic mind for a way to escape. Every muffled cry of terror from the cabin beyond sends a new spike of fear through my chest. Thank goodness this cramped bathroom has a window. I edge toward it, desperate for any perspective that might clear my head.

“How do I get out of here?” I whisper to the empty room, my voice quivering as I lean closer to the tiny porthole. Through the thick glass, I see only the flattened gray asphalt of the tarmac, the edge of the airport terminal, and the expanse of sky above. From this height, the wing looks no higher than the second story of a building. If I can somehow force the door open, I could clamber onto the wing and jump down.

Before