“I didn’t know.”
“No.
You didn’t.”
“I swear I had no idea you were aboard.”
“Clearly.”
He looked around at the crew.
“Can we talk somewhere private?”
“After you answer one question.”
“Maya—”
“Who is Simone Ellis?”
Darius closed his eyes.
That told me everything.
Or I thought it did.
Then footsteps sounded behind him.
A woman entered the cabin from the jet bridge.
She was around my age.
Thirty-seven, perhaps thirty-eight.
Tall.
Dark curls.
Brown coat.
Her face was pale.
She looked at Darius.
Then at me.
Then at Caleb.
Her hand rose to her mouth.
“Oh my God.”
I knew immediately.
“Simone?”
She nodded.
Darius turned sharply.
“You were supposed to wait.”
Simone ignored him.
Her eyes stayed on Caleb.
Tears appeared instantly.
That frightened me more than anger would have.
She whispered, “He looks exactly like Jonathan.”
I moved in front of my son.
“Who is Jonathan?”
