I did not look at her longer than it took to understand.

I walked straight past first class, past the diamond and the blush and the applause, to the front galley and the armored cockpit door, because the woman in 3B was not the person I had come forward to see.

She was only the answer to a question.

The person I needed was behind that door.

Chapter 9 — His Wife Is Standing Outside

A flight attendant stepped in front of me, hand raised.