They mocked the woman in seat 22C—until two fighter jets aligned with her window, and a pilot spoke her name in a way that made the entire plane forget how to breathe.
Ethan came off the plane holding his book against his chest. He looked like he wanted to ask for an autograph and knew that would be the wrong question for the day.
“Would it be all right,” he said, “if I told my professor I met you?”
Olivia’s eyes softened.
“You can tell him you met a woman on a plane,” she said. “And that she told you continue reading …
