My blood turned to pure ice. Slowly, carefully, without making a sudden movement, I adjusted the small vanity mirror on the seat back in front of me, angling it backward to look through the gap in the first-class partition.
Sitting in seat 4G was a man in a dark suit, his eyes fixed intently on the back of my children’s heads, his hand resting quietly inside his jacket pocket…
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