Chapter 29 - Above the CloudsThe Dreamliner climbed effortlessly through thirty-five thousand feet, leveling off into the smooth, still air above the Atlantic ocean.
Below us, a unbroken carpet of white clouds stretched out to the horizon, bathed in the blinding golden light of the midday sun.
The control yoke was rock-steady under my hand. The engine instruments hummed in perfect, harmonious rhythm.
“Flight 104, London Control,” the radio speaker chimed. “Radar contact. Maintain flight level three-five-zero. Direct to destination.”
“Maintain three-five-zero, direct, Flight 104,” Daniel answered smoothly over his headset.
He turned to look at me, a calm, peaceful expression on his face that I hadn't seen since the day we met on that battered Boeing over Missouri.
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“You know, Sarah,” Daniel said, staring out at the vast expanse of blue. “My dad used to say that when you get above forty thousand feet, you can see the curve of the Earth if you look hard enough.”
“He was right,” I smiled, looking out my side window. “He was right about a lot of things.”
