23
When Miranda finally limped her way back, it was just her and Holly.
A shredded engine cowling had been propped up against a pair of seats to act as a sunshade.
She felt…shredded.
“Where is everyone?” Her voice croaked.
Holly handed her a warm can of soda. “Sorry, all of the ice has long since melted.”
“Thank you.”
“They’re doing the accident investigation. You saved a lot of lives today, Miranda.”
“It doesn’t look that way.” She could see the lined-up bodies beneath their blankets.
“Almost one-eighty more would be dead without your help. Me included, which I wouldn’t have enjoyed one bit. You called it exactly. We lost the wing out past the missing engine on touchdown, but the landing gear survived until we were down to a hundred knots.”
“Oh, that explains the breakup pattern
