Chapter SevenEmily tightened her grip on the handle of her satchel and grabbed the handrail of the metal staircase leading into the airplane. Her stomach clenched. Would turbulence rock this craft like it had during her first flight? How did air cause such a large steel craft to buck and bump like a slip of paper on a windy day? She took a deep breath and climbed the steps, a shiver slithering up her spine. The dawn’s murky sunlight did nothing to warm her.
She sat down and shoved her bag underneath her seat. A commercial airliner before the war, the plane had been converted for troop transport. Smoothing her skirt, she looked up as Gerard sat next to her. Over the four days of working on their cover story, he was no longer Major Lucas in her mind. His name finally rolled off her tongue w
