David shifted his dark leather briefcase to his right hand and looked up at the overhead bin.

Caldwell didn’t move toward the empty seats in row one.

He stood completely still in the narrow aisle.

He looked at Sophie sitting in the window seat.

He looked at the purple painted heart on her sparkly sneakers.

He looked at my faded blue wool sweater.

He looked at the plain denim jeans I had worn for the flight.

Caldwell was blocking the path for the passengers boarding behind him.