For four years, I had listened to people explain Aaron’s decisions as though his reasons were obvious.

Clara was one of the few who didn’t pretend to know something merely because it might reassure me.

She had worked with the aviation operation for twelve years, long before Aaron began using the aircraft regularly.

I’d always liked her.

She remembered how I took my coffee and never treated crew members as though their time was less valuable than ours.

Now she sat across from me.