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.

pleading. No apology. Just a steady gaze from someone who had spent too long around men who mistook authority for importance.

“I didn’t alarm them,” she said.

Mark opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Kayla’s livestream comments were now moving too fast to read, which only made her grin wider. Greg scanned the cabin, searching for support.

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