Chloe Ruiz — young, striking, a diamond engagement ring sparkling on her hand, blushing prettily as a flight attendant congratulated her.

And I knew her.

Not well, but I knew the face.

She was not a stranger at all.

She was the young woman from the administrative office at Luca’s airline base — the one he had mentioned once or twice, casually, as the new flight operations coordinator.

I had smiled and nodded and thought nothing of it, because why would I, because my husband told me she was a colleague and I believed my husband, because that is what believing your husband means.

I did not stop at row three.