The rebooking had happened without her touching a thing. No agent. No conversation. One itinerary replaced another in seconds, as if the decision had already been waiting. She remembered staring at the screen, gratified by how little she’d been involved in her own movement from one plane to another.
The seat assignment appeared instantly. Final. Non-negotiable. There was no prompt to choose, no option to adjust. Just a number, dropped into place with quiet authority. Alyssa recalled a flicker of surprise at not having been able to choose; she’d ignored it then. Now it seemed as if the seat had been chosen for a reason.