Then an old principle returned to her. A pilot does not leave people behind.
She took a slow breath. “I’m a pilot.” The flight attendant blinked. “I’m sorry?”
Rachel unbuckled her seatbelt. Her posture changed immediately. So did her voice.
“I’m a fighter pilot.” “Former U. S. Air Force.” “I flew F-16s for years.”
Passengers nearby began whispering. The man beside her stared. “You?” Rachel simply nodded.
The flight attendant looked stunned. Then relieved. “Please follow me right now.”
Rachel stood. The click of her seatbelt sounded unusually loud in the silent cabin.
As she walked toward the front of the aircraft, she felt as though she were stepping straight back into the life she had spent years trying to forget.
But the problem waiting behind the cockpit door was not simply mechanical.
Someone on board had specifically asked for a fighter pilot. And when Rachel entered the cockpit, she would discover something connected to the tragedy that had ended her military career years earlier.
Even worse, someone on that aircraft already knew exactly who she was.
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