“I’m okay now,” Grandma told me. “Go enjoy your seat.”
She nodded toward Oliver.
“I have company.”
So I returned to first class.
—
Twenty minutes later, the cockpit door opened.
A younger pilot stepped into the galley.
He spoke quietly to one of the flight attendants.
She looked surprised.
Then she pointed toward the rear cabin.
The pilot started walking backward through the plane.
Slowly.
He wasn’t simply checking the cabin.
He was searching.
I don’t know what made me follow him.
I just did.
He passed row twenty.
Then
