My knuckles turned white as I gripped the armrest, the plane hitting another patch of turbulence. Looking out the small window beside me, I watched clouds give way to familiar landscape below—the dense forests and rolling hills of Silver Moon territory. My stomach twisted with something far worse than motion sickness.
I was going home. Or rather, to the place that used to be home.
The flight had already been delayed three hours, giving me ample time to second-guess my decision. When Orion had called me yesterday morning with news that my mother's condition had worsened, I'd packed in a panic. Now, as the plane began its descent, dread settled over me like a heavy blanket.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we're beginning our final approach to Silver Moon Regional Airport. Please ensure your seat belts remain fastened..."