, “Is There a Fighter Pilot on Board?”
The passenger jet had been traveling across the Atlantic for almost two hours when the captain’s announcement suddenly brought nearly three hundred passengers to silence.
“If there is a fighter pilot on board, please identify yourself to the cabin crew immediately.”
Nobody expected the exhausted woman sitting in seat 8A to be the person they urgently needed.
The overnight flight from New York to Madrid had begun without any problems.
The cabin lights had been dimmed, passengers were settling in for the long journey, and the constant vibration of the engines filled the plane.
Some passengers slept beneath thin blankets.
Others watched movies quietly with headphones on.
A few looked through their windows into the endless darkness outside.
In seat 8A sat Laura Vance, thirty-eight years old, wearing a simple green sweater with a blanket over her legs and a closed book resting in her hands.
To the people around her, Laura looked completely ordinary.
A Single Mom Was Sleeping in Seat 8A—Until the Captain Asked Over the Interco
