*Jared*

We boarded the plane and I stopped dead, staring down the narrow tube that was supposed to fly us tens of thousands of feet in the air.

“What’s wrong?” Eliza asked, turning to me.

“This… is very small.”

Eliza shook her head and grabbed my hand. “Come on, it is perfectly safe.”

She pulled me to our seats. Like an expert, she sat down and fastened her seatbelt.

I mimicked her. When the plane jolted, I ...