of her confrontation had found its way onto a popular social media platform.
A single text from her closest friend read: Is that really you on Twitter right now? Everyone is watching. Darla dropped the phone into her purse as a fresh wave of nausea hit her stomach.
The aircraft taxied gradually toward the international terminal, eventually coming to a gentle halt at gate B12. The captain switched off the seatbelt sign, accompanied by the familiar high-pitched chime overhead.
Passengers stood up at once, opening the overhead compartments and gathering their coats and carry-on bags. Evan stood up with fluid grace, effortlessly retrieving his dark leather bag from the bin above row two.
He did not rush toward the open exit door, allowing an elderly couple across the aisle to exit first. Darla remained seated in 4C, unable to muster the courage to stand up in front of the watching
