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.

a smooth rise, as if her body had decided before anyone else had permission. She wasn’t tall, but the aisle felt smaller with her in it.

Mark stepped in front of her.

“I said sit down.”

Olivia glanced at the panel phone in the galley, then at his radio, then back to him.

“Open channel three,” she said.

He blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Open channel three.”

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