I wasn’t sure how it all came about, but around two weeks ago, he’d contacted me through the Facebook Messenger app.īrett had impressed me-he always said good morning, sent me messages during the day to check on me, and always said good night. Brett had been a mutual Facebook friend of one of my acquaintances and had seen my photo in his friend list, I deduced. My summer break from school had just begun. It was the beginning of June when Brett Williams came into my life. What’s in store for me during the next six days? I sucked in a deep breath and then let it out slowly, feeling all the air leave my lungs. The plane had just descended through a patch of thick white clouds, revealing to me the vast dark-blue Pacific Ocean and sending a rush of blood to my head. Landing couldn’t come soon enough.Īfter I’d adjusted my seat into the upright position and collected my belongings and tossed them back into my bag, I slid the window shade up and looked out into the immense sky. In that time, I’d taken an uncomfortable nap with my head against the window shade for about two of them, read a romance book I’d put on my Kindle the day before, and rewatched a boring movie I’d seen a month prior. I’d already been on the crowded plane for a duration of eight hours. The staticky sound of the intercom blared and following it was the garbled voice of the airline pilot announcing that we’d be landing in Honolulu shortly.
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