“She might,” I said.

“We can ask her nicely after we sit down.”

We stepped onto the plane and turned left into the first-class cabin.

The air inside felt cool against my face.

The cabin smelled like fresh coffee and citrus cleaner.

I guided Sophie into the window seat, row two, seat A.

The cold leather squeaked as she shifted her weight.

She set Oliver on her lap and reached down beside her hip.