She Stole My Seat on My Private Jet. She Forgot I Owned the Sky.

Every step was measured.

The jet door was open.

Warm light spilled down the stairs.

I could hear laughter inside.

Then I saw her.

Sienna in my seat.

Sienna under my blanket.

Sienna holding a champagne flute like a coronation chalice.

Graham beside her.

Evelyn and Bradford behind them.

Two cousins in the rear cabin pretending to stare at their phones.

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