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.

her fingers slipped into the tote and found the folded tissue wrapped around the metal tag.

The plane tilted slightly.

Somewhere behind Greg, a baby began to fuss. A small boy near the front asked his mother if they were lost. A man in a sports coat laughed too loudly and said, “No one’s lost, buddy,” though his knee wouldn’t stop bouncing.

Then Olivia continue reading …