glanced through first class.
Past the expensive handbags.
Past the champagne glasses.
Past Patricia, who had been laughing at my expense less than ten minutes earlier.
Then he looked toward the back of the aircraft.
“Ms. Nora Bennett?”
My name traveled through the cabin.
I stood.
“Yes, Captain?”
His expression softened immediately.
“There you are. We’ve been trying to confirm that you were on board.”
The silence that followed was extraordinary.
Patricia slowly turned in her first-class seat.
Mason’s smile disappeared.
My father, Richard, stared at me as though he
