The plane touched down hard. The wheels hit the runway and bounced once before settling. Arianne gripped the armrest. The pilot had warned them about crosswinds. The storm system that hit Rohan was still sending weather down the coast.
She'd been traveling for eighteen hours. The hurricane pinned them down for two days. The airport in Rohan shut down completely with no flights in or out. She and Gio stayed in a hotel near the terminal with no power the first night. The power came back the second night, but the airport stayed closed. They found a private plane willing to fly out on the third day.
She was tired. Her back hurt, and her neck hurt. She hadn't slept on the plane. She couldn't.
The plane taxied toward the private terminal. The windows were dark. It was almost 4 AM.
Arianne turned her phone on.
The screen exploded.
