Beside him, First Officer Jennifer Park was leaning toward the instrument panel, trying to make sense of a wall of warnings while the aircraft shuddered through another steep bank.
“Close that door!” Park shouted.
Sarah reached for the frame as the plane lurched again, and the sudden sideways force threw her against the cockpit wall.
She caught herself with both hands, the old scars across her fingers stretching white, and held on until the floor settled beneath her boots.
“I can help,” she said.
Park looked up, disbelief sharpening her expression.
“Who are you?”
“Sarah Mitchell.”
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