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.

she hadn’t given him more to correct. Then he moved on.

Kayla lowered her phone and laughed softly. “Even her voice sounds tired.”

Greg glanced over again.

Her eyes were closed now, though not fully. There was something unusual in her stillness. Not weakness. Not the kind that comes from giving up. It was the stillness of someone conserving energy because continue reading …