"""I Paid for a Clean Seat, Not to Sit Next to This Filth!"" He Screamed at Two Little Girls in Sunday Dresses. He didn’t know they were flying to their mother’s funeral. And he definitely didn’t know the Pilot was listening. Chapter 1 The air inside O’Hare International Airport was stale, smelling of old coffee, floor wax, and the specific, acrid sweat of three thousand people running late. I was one of them. My name is Sarah, and I’m a landscape photographer. I spend my life chasing sunsets in