As the passengers disembarked, Amara remained in her seat, still processing the whirlwind of events. Her mind was a jumble of emotions—fear, disbelief, and a strange sense of triumph. She had saved a life, but the reality of her own uncertain future quickly overshadowed that victory. She wondered what Richard had tried to say to her and why it mattered so much.
Amara was among the last to leave the aircraft, escorted by a kind flight attendant who had noticed her earlier bravery. As they exited the terminal, they were met by a representative from the charity group who was to take Amara to her aunt’s home. But there was someone else waiting—Richard Coleman’s assistant.
“Miss Johnson,” the assistant addressed Amara, his tone formal yet warm. “Mr. Coleman would like to see you before you leave.”
