“Why are we here?” I ask, as soon as the car comes to a halt and Stephen sets a foot outside.

I gaze out the window, taking in my surroundings. The airport stretches wide/ Rows of bright lights lining the pavement. The concrete runway looks endless marked with clean white lines and numbers painted into the ground.

A control tower stands in the distance.

I cautiously step out of the car.

The air is cool and sharp. Nearby, a private jet waits. Its smooth white body reflecting the ...