Cassandra turned her head, and the minute she saw the look on Lena’s face, she knew something serious was going on. “Talk to me,” she said, adopting a nurturing tone as she patted Lena’s back.
“Tell me I’m not crazy,” Lena began, nervously locking eyes with Cassandra. Cassandra looked at her questioningly. “It’s okay if it’s all too much for you, Lena,” she said calmly and softly. “We would all understand if you want to take a couple of extra weeks off, you know,” she added.
“No, no, no, that’s not it,” Lena muttered, opening her locket. Then she took out a photograph, holding it in her hands for a moment before adding, “Doesn’t he look like my late husband?” She pointed at the man in seat 37A and then opened her hands to reveal the photograph.