He looked at her again, his heart in his throat, still struggling to believe his eyes. Was this some kind of twisted prank? Every feature of her face was exactly as he remembered, a mirror image of the woman he knew so well. But it couldn’t be her, that was impossible. Yet, inexplicably, there she was, sitting just a couple of rows down in the cabin.
He continued to watch her from the cockpit, yet she seemed completely unaware of him. His mind was spinning, struggling to comprehend how his wife could be on this flight. Those warm brown eyes, which had once looked at him with love and understanding, were now intently focused on the book in her lap. The delicate, caring hands he remembered holding so often were now casually flipping through the pages.