The Captain Knew Me Before the Passenger Did

little sick, and too visible by half. My carry-on was still hanging off my shoulder. My right hand had gone numb from gripping the crutch handle.

Warren stepped closer. “Rachel.”

I hadn’t heard my first name in his voice before. Back then I was Morgan, or Raven Six, or ma’am if he was in trouble.

“You should sit down,” he said.

“I was trying to.”

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