CHAPTER 12

Asher’s private plane had gone off the radar for the past four hours after the first seven hours of the flight and no one knew where the plane was. I and Steph had only been informed two hours ago. I was going crazy with fear and anxiety. I couldn’t help but imagine the worst. Images of different possibilities floated into my mind as I tried to remain calm on the outside but was going through an emotional turmoil inside me.

What we were hearing from the staff in the control room correlated so much with the Bermuda Triangle cases. Gone… suddenly lost and never to be seen again. My head felt tender from pulling on my hair in frustration, all I could do was pace back and forth in the control room while Steph kept yelling at the control room guys.

“What do you mean? F*cking find him! If he dies, you all die!” Steph screamed before she paced over to me.

“He’s going to be fine, okay, don’t worry.”

“The storm is so bad though,” she added, as she glanced outside.

“You need to calm down Steph.