My father stepped into the aisle.
“Nora, please. We can discuss this at the chalet.”
“There is no chalet.”
He froze.
“I canceled the company payment.”
Patricia made a strangled sound.
Security escorted them off the plane.
Mason shouted about lawyers.
Patricia insisted she had been framed.
My father walked behind them in silence.
He somehow looked smaller than I remembered.
When they were gone, the captain turned toward me.
“Ms. Bennett, we now have an open seat in first class.”
I looked back at 31B.
Then toward the front cabin.
“No.”
The captain raised an eyebrow.
“Give it to someone who’s traveling home for a reason that actually matters.”
The woman from 31A covered her mouth when the flight attendant moved her forward.
Six months later, Patricia pleaded guilty to corporate fraud and was ordered to pay restitution.
She sold most of the jewelry she once loved flashing in my face.
