A light touch on her shoulder startled Melody awake. It took a moment for her to regain her bearings. “Please put your seat up, ma’am. We’re approaching Atlanta.” The flight attendant moved to the next sleeping passenger in the first-class cabin as Melody sat up and slipped her feet back into her shoes. She lifted the shade on her window and squinted against the bright dawn.
She turned her head and looked around behind her again, her eyes carefully scanning the full cabin. Every seat, save the one next to her that should have been her husband’s, was taken. The curtain separating first class from business class remained closed. She’d hoped to catch a glimpse of her coffee companion. Maybe she’d spot him when she collected her luggage.
She looked out the window and watched Atlanta approach
