Flight 219, Three hours later
Meredith stared wide-eyed at the man with the g*n in his hand. This couldn’t be happening. She wasn’t even supposed to be on this flight.
Her ears still rang with the sound of gunfire.
“Five minutes until another hostage dies,” Bradley snarled, stepping over the passenger he just shot.
Before she grew Living Grace to the point where she could actually draw a salary from her work there, Meredith had made a living for a few years as a Christian counselor. She knew rage when she saw it. She knew instability.
She knew just how dangerous this man was.
The fact that they were flying thirty thousand feet above ground made the experience all the more harrowing. Visions from September 11 flashed through her mind. Those poor passengers. The moment of impact playin
