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Chapter 6
Seattleisgettingcloser.Weareontheveryoutskirtsnow.Wow!Itlooksabsolutelystunning.Seattleatnight,fromthesky…
“Looksgood,doesn’tit?”Christianmurmurs.
Inodenthusiastically.Itlooksotherworldly—unreal—andIfeellikeI’monagiantfilmset;José’sfavoritefilmmaybe,BladeRunner.ThememoryofJosé’sattemptedkisshauntsme.I’mbeginningtofeelabitcruelnotcallinghimback.Hecanwaituntiltomorrow…surely.
“We’llbethereinafewminutes,”Christianmutters,andsuddenlymybloodispoundinginmyearsasmyheartbeatacceleratesandadrenalinespikesthroughmysystem.Hestartstalkingtoairtrafficcontrolagain,butIamnolongerlistening.IthinkI’mgoingtofaint.Myfateisinhishands.
Wearenowflyingamongthebuildings,andupaheadIcanseeatallskyscraperwithahelipadontop.Theword“Escala”ispaintedinwhiteontopofthebuilding.It’sgettingnearerandnearer,biggerandbigger…likemyanxiety.God,IhopeIdon’tlethimdown.He’llfindmelackinginsomeway.IwishI’dlistenedtoKateandborrowedoneofherdresses,butIlikemyblackjeans,andI’mwearingasoftmint-greenshirtandKate’sblackjacket.Ilooksmartenough.Igriptheedgeofmyseattighterandtighter.Icandothis.Icandothis.Ichantthismantraastheskyscraperloomsbelowus.
Thehelicopterslowsandhovers,andChristiansetsitdownonthehelipadontopofthebuilding.Myheartisinmymouth.
