“It’s completely understandable that the first day back is challenging for you,” he began in a reassuring tone. “I can certainly take the lead until you feel more centered.” He offered comfort by placing a supportive hand on Jack’s shoulder. “I’ve got it covered for now. But what happened? Talk to me.”
Jack hesitated, fully aware that if he had indeed lost his sanity, his pilot job might be in jeopardy. However, the need to confide in someone, to seek answers, overcame his uncertainty. With resolve, he reached for his wallet. He pulled out a crumpled photograph and stared at it for a moment before speaking. “I saw a woman boarding who looks exactly like my late wife Elise,” he said, his voice shaking.