“And the other passenger?” I asked.

“Harrison Caldwell,” Emily said.

“He flies this route to Denver every Thursday.”

She wrote Caldwell’s name on the incident report card, followed by seat 1B.

“Thank you,” I said.

“I’ll file this with the gate supervisor before we push back,” Emily said.

“I appreciate how closely you follow the rules,” I said.

Sophie tugged on the hem of my faded sweater.