“It wasn’t dramatic,” she added. “It wasn’t an explosion or fire.” She hesitated. “But it was fatal to the flight.” The word landed heavily, filling the space between them. Alyssa felt her breath catch, the cabin suddenly too small to contain that truth. What did she mean?
“It involved this same aircraft type,” the attendant continued, her voice steady but strained. “And the same seat position.” She didn’t point, but she didn’t need to. Alyssa felt the implication settle around her like a tightening band.