But the plane was already easing away from the gate. He handed Luke the crayon. “We’re going to talk.”

Cassandra tightened her arm around the little girl. “Not in front of them.”

“That depends on what you tell me.”

Luke looked from one adult to the other. “Mama, do you know the angry man?”

The question cut through Damon’s fury.

Cassandra lowered her voice. “I used to.”