By Emma Kavanagh
Blood stains the carpet of an empty condo. A entrance door slams at the back of a mom with a suitcase choked with secrets and techniques. somebody screams. A aircraft falls out of the sky.
Cecilia made the toughest choice of her lifestyles moments prior to she stepped onto the aircraft that will deliver her global crashing down. Her marriage was once failing sooner than even getting off the floor, and her determined have to begin over has pushed her to desert her relatives. Now, as her aircraft plummets towards the floor, she needs she had given her son one final kiss goodbye. As tragedy meets secret, Cecilia and 3 others, every one being affected by their very own secrets and techniques, develop into attached on one fateful evening whilst lives are misplaced within the sky and at the flooring.
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