FLIGHT ATTENDANT FREEZES UP SEEING THAT THE MILLIONAIRE PASSENGER IS HER HUSBAND, WHO DIED...

FLIGHT ATTENDANT FREEZES UP SEEING THAT THE MILLIONAIRE PASSENGER IS HER HUSBAND, WHO DIED...

Vivian adjusted her uniform and took a deep breath, preparing herself for another long flight from New York to Los Angeles. As a flight attendant, she had grown used to the routine of greeting passengers, offering drinks, and making sure everyone was comfortable. It was a job she enjoyed, even if it meant spending long hours away from her home in Chicago and her seven-year-old daughter, Emily. This time, however, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had been lingering all day. Maybe it was just the exhaustion of a busy week or the unsettling memories that always seemed to creep in when she was thousands of feet in the air.

The flight had been relatively smooth so far. Vivian moved gracefully up and down the aisle, exchanging polite smiles and brief conversations with the passengers. She was delivering a tray of drinks to the first-class section when she heard a burst of laughter. It was a rich, carefree laugh, and she couldn’t help but glance in the direction of the sound. That’s when she saw him.

Her heart stopped. The glass in her hand wobbled, nearly slipping from her grip. Seated comfortably in one of the plush seats was a man who looked exactly like Leonard, her husband who had died five years ago. He was laughing, his head tilted back slightly, a smile that was all too familiar. Sitting next to him was a young woman, beautiful and elegant, leaning in close, her eyes sparkling as she listened to whatever he was saying.