The cabin was in utter chaos—screams, cries, and wails filled the air.
I sat there like an outsider, expressionless, unmoved.
But no one noticed my hands were gripping my pants so tightly that the skin on my pale fingers had been rubbed raw.
Some were writing farewell letters while others were typing away on their phones.
It was then that I remembered something.
I hurriedly pulled out my phone—my stingy boss had insisted on giving me a satellite version so he could always track me down.
My breathing grew a little unsteady, but as I thought about the past years of my life, I realized there was nothing and no one worth holding onto.
No family, no friends, only endless work.
A faint smile slowly curled at my lips.
I found the chat with my boss.
Just as I was about to type something, the plane lurched violently.
If it weren’t for the seatbelt, I might have been thrown out of my seat.
