The sea claimed the plane in minutes. What began as a routine hop from Roatán to the mainland dissolved into a nightmare no one could interrupt. Honduras woke to the news that children, tourists, and a beloved cultural figure were gone, and with every passing hour, grief deepened faster than answers could arrive. Off Roatán’s coast, sorrow now hangs heavier than the tropical air. Wreckage scattered across the water marked where an ordinary domestic flight ended in catastrophe. Rescue teams pushed through darkness and strong currents through the night, recovering bodies while holding onto the diminishing hope that someone might...
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