The turbulence had been getting worse for ten minutes, but nobody was saying it.

You were in the row across from Addison, diagonal—just close enough to see her clutch the armrest every time the plane rattled.

“Is this normal?” Callie asked nervously from a few rows back.

Cristina rolled her eyes. “It’s just air pockets.”

But you and Addison shared a look. It wasn’t just air.

Then came the sound.

A crack. Sharp. Mechanical.

The plane jerked—violently.

Screams. Mark cursing. Lexie grabbing the seat in front of her.

You hit your head against the window as the plane dipped—hard.

The lights flickered. The oxygen masks dropped.

“Everyone down! Brace!” Meredith shouted as she clung to Derek.

The world tilted. Wind roared. Outside the window, the forest rose up way too fast.

You heard Addison scream your name.

Then—

Impact.

Metal screeched. Luggage flew. Something shattered. Someone’s voice was still screaming—and then cut off.

Everything went black.