The heavy brass clink of a seatbelt buckle sounded from across the aisle.

I realized my quiet week of civilian peace was already starting to crack.

A flight attendant made an announcement about storing larger items under the seat.

Caldwell ignored the instruction completely and kept his briefcase firmly in his hand.

A younger man in a gray suit bumped into the back of Caldwell’s shoulder.

He looked exhausted and was carrying a heavy coat over his arm despite the summer heat outside.

“Excuse me, Mr.