I tapped my wedding ring against the briefcase handle.

The flight attendant closed the cabin door.

Through the tinted glass, the left engine began to turn.

The seat heater came on under me before we reached the turnpike, and I had not asked for it.

My phone lit up against the leather.

Daniel’s name sat at the top of three messages stacked like steps.

I read the first one twice.

“Please do not discuss anything from this morning.