She flew to London in the British airline’s business class. She had frequent flyer benefits to thank for this luxury, and she was grateful to spend the long flight in a comfortable, reclining position. She got a seat by the window, and liked how a fan-like, plastic sliding plate separated her from the businessman next to her. The seats faced each other in business class, and after they reached the cruising altitude, Dóra immediately drew the partition closed so she and her neighbor wouldn’t even have to see each other. With the push of a button, she transformed her chair into a bed and stretched out comfortably.
She hadn’t had a moment to think since she left Canggu, or even since she left Suwati’s house that day. Packing and making sure the hotel would run smoothly in her absence denied
