She’d Sworn Never to Fly Again. Then Someone Poisoned the Co-Pilot Six Miles Over the Atlantic
My staying out of the seat wasn’t protecting anyone.
It was only protecting me — from ever again feeling what I’d felt watching Gabriel go down.
I had dressed up my own fear as everyone else’s safety and called it a vow.
And a vow like that isn’t worth the lives of the people on this airplane.
Nothing is.
I took a breath.
“I’m a pilot.”
She blinked.