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
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