“Here you go, ma’am,” Clara said straight to me.

“You look like you’ve had a long day of traveling.”

I reached out and took the cold plastic bottle from her.

“Thank you,” I said, keeping my words even and polite.

“I appreciate that.”

Evan laughed, a short, sharp bark that rattled the paper coffee cup sitting on his tray table.

He drummed his right boot heel fast against the carpet, staring down at the blue plastic cap in my hand.

“Look at that,” Evan said.