The seat beside mine.
Adrian’s seat.
I looked down at Lily sleeping peacefully behind me.
Then toward the empty hotel hallway.
And for the first time since boarding the plane in Dallas, I wondered whether meeting Adrian Prescott had been an accident at all.
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I read the sentence on the back of the photograph until the words stopped looking like language.
Ask Adrian who was supposed to be sitting in seat 14B.
The hotel hallway remained perfectly quiet.
Somewhere behind me, the air conditioner hummed.
Lily slept inside the room, one arm thrown over her stuffed rabbit, unaware that her mother had spent the last twenty minutes discovering that nearly everyone in her life seemed to know something she did not.
