Flight 1710 #1: Retrograde
Co-Pilot Lachlan Donaghue wakes up in hospital, a survivor of the crash of Flight HA1710, with memory loss and the suspicion that he could be at fault for the tragic accident. When everything becomes too much he goes home to hide, back to the small Scottish town he grew up in and to his family home.
Rory Kendrick watches the news, sees every hour of the disaster unfold but never thinks that Lachlan was in the middle of it all. Or that his friend will be forced to come back home to hide and to heal. What Lachlan needs is a friend, not a lover, but sometimes the lines are just too blurred to make any sense.
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Rory Kendrick gripped the phone tightly and tried his hardest not to snap. The accident had been over two days ago now. He’d only known about Lachlan for a day, and as much as he tried, no one was telling him anything.
“Are you a family member, sir?” The same woman from two hours ago asked the same question in the exact same patient tone.
“My name is Rory Kendrick. We’ve talked before, a few hours ago, and I’ve already told you, I’m a friend. A close friend—family, near as dammit.”
He didn’t add that Lachlan didn’t have parents alive, or siblings, or anyone; that he was a loner who had only stayed with Rory as long as he had because he hadn’t found anything better.
No point in adding any of that.
The news on his iPad changed to a discussion on terrorism. Had someone tried to murder the passengers and crew of HA1710? Rory felt sick, and he bent at the waist as all his energy left him.
“I’m sorry, sir. I do recall our conversation, but I can’t tell you any different from what I did earlier. All questions need to go through the airline liaison. I can give you a name—”
Rory ended the call before she could finish. It wasn’t her fault that she was giving him the agreed party line, but if he had to hear one more moment of her soft, patient voice, he would lose it.
The newspaper sat on the small hall table, its headlines bold and dark, and under it Lachlan’s name. They talked in the paper as if Lachlan had something to do with the crash, and as if it was even remotely possible that the Lachlan he knew would deliberately bring down a plane or have an affiliation with any group who would want to cause harm.
His Lachlan was stubborn, frustratingly opinionated, confident, yes… but a killer? Never.
His Lachlan. My Lachlan. Mo ghrá. My love.
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