The morning flight seemed ordinary enough. Clear skies, calm air, passengers settling into their routines as the jet climbed above the clouds. Flight attendants pushed carts, babies fussed, people laughed and stretched. And in seat 14A, a quiet woman watched the horizon with the stillness of someone who had spent a lifetime in the sky. Her posture was straight, her attention sharp. She barely reacted to turbulence, barely acknowledged the man beside her who tried to spark small talk. Her calm wasn’t normal. It was trained……CONTINUE READING BELOW
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