the aisle, someone whispered:
“Wait… what?”
PART 2:
Darla stared at Evan as if the cabin had abruptly tilted beneath her feet. “You… own Whitmore Logistics?” she whispered. Evan gave a small nod. “Yes.” The woman who had been demanding security remove him only moments earlier abruptly looked as though she wished she could disappear into seat 2A.
Marissa glanced at Jessica, then back at Evan. “Sir, I’m terribly sorry about this confusion.” Evan shook his head calmly. “The confusion wasn’t mine.” His eyes moved toward Darla, who was gripping her handbag so tightly her knuckles had turned white.
Darla eventually found her voice. “That doesn’t make any sense. My husband is the CEO.” Evan replied, “He was.” The cabin became silent. Even the passengers who had been pretending not to listen were now openly watching.
Darla swallowed hard. “What are you talking about?” Evan reached into his jacket and
