I think she did it for the same reason I bought the third seat: not to hurt him, but because she was finished being part of the lie, and telling the truth was how she stepped out of it.

We were never friends.

But we were, for one bad flight, two women reading from the same forged book, and I hope the rest of her story is written by someone honest.

Vaughan turned to me in the jet bridge, reaching, already reassembling the charm.

“Ada.

Please.