“Oh, sir, that’s fine, you don’t have to,” Lena said. “Please, I insist,” he persisted. Lena didn’t know what was going on, but she knew she needed to get out of there immediately. “Thank you, sir, I really appreciate it,” she said, hoping to cut off the conversation quickly and walk away to the back, “Have a nice day!” she added as she hurried away.
Once back at the back section of the plane, Lena let out a deep breath. She looked down at her hands and noticed that they were shaking. She felt like she had seen a ghost. A ghost with the face of her late husband on it.
She had to talk to someone. This was the only way to make sure that she was not losing her mind. And she knew exactly who to talk to. “Cassandra?”, she asked nervously.