ent someone to bring me

iatric evaluation form, signed by t

ead, "She's emotionally stable and cleared for a sh

only then had I been dee

olt Group private helicopt

for ten years. When he saw me, he said, "

n my heart, but I d

flight, the helicopter

ilot shouted into the radio tw

shen. "Mrs. Holt, contact g

ompartment and found the co

s number, my fi

roup owned the helicopter's dispatch authority, and on

ngs, the call

it was Shar

lasses in the background, alon

e a loud, live

pter began tilting. A suitcase slid off the overhead rack and crashed beside

ful. "Nate is here with me. My gallery is having i

"Sharon, put Na

then she said in a vicious

all e

ard to the right as the pilot des

copter cabin. My ribs slammed into the me

d, bounced three times during the tu

, "Mrs. Holt! Hol

eafening te

ace of the water, sending waves

he moment it rushed into my

y found myself clinging desperately to a broken piece

as nowhere

the surface. My lungs felt l

e of blood, and all I could think about w

oleheartedly, only to end up with my f

survived, I would never le

drifting when a silhouette of somet

s a y

desper

used my right hand to prop up my left

the water, coming closer an

n there had

ed me downward

y mouth. I choked

overwhel

, and my body sank toward th

the roar of a massive en

grew louder

ision was so blurred that all I

ough the water and stop

h. Someone jump

.

e helicopter, the celebration party for the op

about it. "Mr. Holt, the helicopter Mrs. Holt was in has lost contact! The search an

olding his wineglass

e on the screen of his phone, she tightened

dn't re

glasses around him sudde

ind, yet only those words, "There is currently no si