At 30000 Feet I Found My Husband With His Secretary Before He Lost Everything By Landing

them. I thought about Hannah, the attendant on that first flight, and wondered if she ever thought about the quiet woman in row fourteen who had asked her to remember what she’d seen. I hoped, wherever she was, that she knew it had mattered. I raised the glass slightly toward the window, toward no one in particular, and drank to the version of myself continue reading …