Paul smiled faintly, adjusting a pair of scratched reading glasses. “It’s a long story, Mark. Maybe one day I’ll tell you,” he said softly, though his trembling hands betrayed years of hardship.
Moments later, turbulence shook the cabin. The plane lurched; passengers gasped. The seatbelt lights blinked as Emma’s voice trembled over the intercom: “Please remain seated—this will pass soon.” But it didn’t. A violent jolt sent a few drinks flying. Someone screamed. Panic spread like wildfire.
Suddenly, the cabin door opened. Emma appeared, pale and frightened. “Is there a doctor on board?” she shouted. “Please, it’s urgent!”
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