Caldwell arranged the documents on his tray table and focused completely on reading the pages.

He had no idea that the woman sitting right behind him knew exactly what that blue stamp meant.

Sophie kept crying quietly, burrowing deeper into my arms.

She stayed clinging to my blue sweater while I stared at the blue military clearance stamp on Caldwell’s paperwork.

A flight attendant in a sharp navy blue uniform stepped into the narrow aisle between row one and row two.

“Excuse me,” she said.