In no time, Ric, Cammy, and Dylan arrived at the airport tucked into a far corner part of the city.
Ric walked with purpose, his hand on Cammy's lower back, guiding her while she clutched Dylan's small hand tightly. The boy was still groggy from his nap in the car, but his eyes lit up at the sight of the sleek aircraft.
The pilot gave Ric a subtle nod as they climbed the steps. Once inside, Cammy sank into a leather seat, holding Dylan's hand on her lap.
Ric remained standing, eyes sharp, scanning everything. The interior of the jet was luxurious but understated, with polished wood and dim lights that didn't calm the storm brewing inside Ric.
The engines started. Ric sat across from Cammy, trying to smile for Dylan's sake, but his jaw remained tight. Ten minutes passed. Then, fifteen until it reached thirty. Still, the plane didn't move.
Ric unbuckled and approached the cabin crew.
"Why haven't we taken off yet?" he asked in a low, forceful voice.
