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.

right,” she said again, quieter. “What I said earlier was ugly.”

Olivia held her gaze for a moment. Not warmly. Not cruelly. Just honestly.

Claire looked away first.

Mark approached with the shaky posture of a man walking into a room where he knows his own behavior is waiting for him. Sarah stood a step behind him, hands clasped.

Mark stopped by 22C.

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