
Seat 3B should have meant nothing to me, yet the four-year-old girl beside me had my silver-gray eyes, my cleft chin, and a warning from her mother that made my blood run cold. Then she told me her mother’s name, and the past I had spent five years burying suddenly sat beside me at thirty thousand feet.
“Because Naomi never wanted you to know she was pregnant.” For several seconds, the steady hum of the aircraft seemed to disappear. I heard nothing except those words.…








