Moments later, a flight attendant approached her with a friendly smile.
"Ma'am, please turn off your mobile and fasten your seatbelt."
Zeynep gave a small smile back. "Sure thing."
She powered down her phone, every little sound feeling too loud in the quiet lounge. She secured her seatbelt, feeling like that was a big step. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself that she was really leaving. For real. Alive.
But back in Manhattan, a guy with bloodied hands and an intense stare was tearing the city apart, hell-bent on finding her. She had no clue how close he was or how far his obsession would take him.
1 year ago.
