Escaping on a midnight flight, a stranger whispered, “Pretend to sleep on my shoulder. A P.I. is photographing you.” As we landed, his
The cabin around me seemed to warp, the polite chatter of disembarking passengers fading into a high-pitched ringing in my ears. I clutched Sophie so tightly she let out a tiny, muffled squeak of protest. “An arrest warrant?” I choked out, the words tasting like ash. “For what? I haven’t done anything!” Alexander didn’t hesitate….