Lina's eyes welled up, but she blinked them away. She wouldn't cry here. Not now. She didn't even know this man. Not really. And yet, she felt . . . seen.
After a long pause, Fredrich stood. "Come."
She frowned. "Where?"
"Up front. You'll want to see this."
Curious and still clutching her food tray, she followed him through the cabin. The crew gave respectful nods as they passed.
Finally, Fredrich opened a door near the cockpit, revealing a panoramic viewing room with wide glass panels stretching from floor to ceiling.
The sky outside was glowing—a rich, molten gold bleeding into orange and crimson. Below, the distant outline of land was visible.
Greece.
Islands scattered like gems over the Aegean Sea, kissed by sunlight.
Lina stepped closer to the glass, awe replacing the ache in her chest.
"It's beautiful," she breathed.
Fredrich stood beside her, hands in his pockets, gaze fixed on the view.
