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Luca stumbled out onto the wing, the blinding Mediterranean sun hitting his face. He looked back to see Sofia hauling the family from row 14 toward the emergency exit. Captain Moretti was the last one out, his uniform soaked, leaning against the doorframe of a plane that was slowly sinking into the blue.

"Seatbelt, signore! Now!" she commanded, her voice trembling. The Choice Emergency Declaration - Prendi il tuo posto

"Is it the engines?" Luca shouted over the roar of rushing air. Luca stumbled out onto the wing, the blinding

Luca, a cynical journalist in 4C, found himself staring into the eyes of Sofia, a flight attendant who had been serving him wine moments ago. Her professional mask had slipped. She wasn't just telling him to buckle up; she was bracing herself against his seat handle, her knuckles white. "Seatbelt, signore

The plane didn't just dip; it surrendered to gravity. Oxygen masks tumbled from the ceiling like yellow ghosts.

"Brace! Brace!" Sofia screamed from her jumpseat, her eyes locked on the exit door she was prepared to blow open.