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.

made a delighted sound into her phone. Greg scoffed. Claire whispered, “This is absurd,” though it sounded less certain now.

Mark’s expression hardened. “You are not authorized to use crew equipment.”

Olivia raised the metal tag.

Harold rose halfway from his seat. “Let her through.”

Now all eyes shifted to him.

The old man swallowed. “For the love of decency,continue reading …