She kept her blue notepad clamped under her arm as she watched Evan’s hand on my sleeve.

The little crowd around Gate C27 had gone totally still, the way a room does in the second before something breaks.

I gently brought the left half of my paperback over onto the right and closed the novel with a soft thud.

I set the book down on my lap, smoothed my trousers over my knee, and raised my head.

I looked straight into Evan Carter’s eyes, keeping my face completely relaxed and my posture steady against the cold vinyl backrest.