The Flight That Changed Everything
What started as a routine business trip to Los Angeles became a life-altering journey. As a senior architect, I was en route to pitch a sustainable housing project—years of work riding on a single presentation. Raised by my single mother, Margaret, I believed my father had died before I was born. “Your father was a good man… he passed away before you were born,” she had always said.
An Unusual Request Mid-Flight
Three hours into the flight, a flight attendant named Bethany asked to see my ID. Odd, considering we were already airborne. She examined my passport, then glanced at my wrist. A birthmark—a small crescent—caught her eye. “The captain has asked that you remain on board after we land,” she told me, leaving me anxious and confused.
