As Amara disembarked, the reality of what had just happened on the flight slowly sank in. Passengers and flight attendants alike threw admiring glances her way, some even pausing to offer words of praise. Yet, amidst the flurry of astonishment and relief, Amara felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. She just wanted to find her aunt, her only family left.
Once inside the bustling terminal, a flight attendant approached her. “Miss Johnson,” she said gently, “Mr. Coleman would like to speak with you. He’s in the medical unit just down this corridor. Would you like to see him?”
Curiosity mixed with reluctance as Amara nodded. She was escorted to a quiet room where Richard Coleman lay, now stable and surrounded by medical staff. His eyes lit up when he saw her enter, and he motioned for everyone to leave him alone with her.
