Chapter 159 The Last Flight

• Jayden’s POV
• The airport was half-empty that morning pale light filtering through the glass walls, glinting off polished floors that smelled faintly of coffee and jet fuel. The world outside was waking up; inside, it felt like everything was slowing down.
• Jayden Beanet sat near the window, his suitcase by his feet, his fingers tracing the rim of a paper cup that had long gone cold. His boarding pass rested on the table beside it Flight 437, Zurich. A new life, a quiet one, far from the noise he had built and destroyed in equal measure.