“People who board early need to keep moving toward the back.”

I looked down at the crisp white one-hundred-and-eighty-dollar ticket receipts in my hand.

They clearly said row two, seats A and B.

I had bought them months ago so Sophie would have enough room to color.

Sophie stopped fiddling with the laces on her sparkly sneakers.

She looked up at the tall man looming over our row and clutched the straps of her canvas tote bag.

“I’m not moving,” I said.