“Who asked?”

“We’re checking.”

“Ryan?”

Noah did not answer immediately.

He straightened his watch, a habit I had already noticed, then looked past me toward the aisle.

“Emily, there’s a man at arrivals photographing this aircraft.

He has been asking about you and Lily.”

I pulled Lily closer.

She made a sleepy little sound and pressed her face into my sweater.

“Why would someone be looking for us?”

“That is what we need to find out.”

The plane had reached the gate.

Around us, passengers were doing completely normal things.

Opening overhead compartments.