The Captain Knew Me Before the Passenger Did

wasn’t far behind. I adjusted my pant leg and tried not to wince in public.

Warren noticed anyway.

Pilots notice stupid things. Weight shifts. Hand positions. Tiny changes in breathing.

He crouched beside my seat, captain’s hat tucked under one arm. “You okay?”

“Depends. Are we still going to Chicago, or did my fan club get us diverted?”

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