This time, the tension spreading through the cabin was impossible to miss.
A woman pulled her infant closer to her chest.
An elderly passenger reached across the aisle and held his wife’s hand.
Passengers began looking nervously at one another.
Why would the crew of a modern passenger aircraft suddenly need someone who had flown a fighter jet?
And what exactly was happening behind the locked cockpit door?
Laura slowly opened her eyes.
There was something in the captain’s voice that most of the passengers probably hadn’t noticed.
Controlled urgency.
She had heard that tone countless times during her military career.
It was the voice pilots used when something was seriously wrong, but allowing panic to take control would only make matters worse.
A flight attendant hurried down the aisle, studying each passenger as she moved from row to row.
She maintained a professional expression, but Laura could see the fear she was desperately trying to conceal.
Whatever was happening was more serious than the announcement made it sound.
Laura lowered her eyes.
No.
That chapter of her life was over.
She had promised herself she would never become the person everyone depended on when disaster happened again.
A Single Mom Was Sleeping in Seat 8A—Until the Captain Asked Over the Interco
