The first-class cabin was nearly full when Richard Dunham stepped on board, dragging his Italian leather carry-on behind him. He adjusted the cuff of his tailored suit and scanned the row for his seat—4B. A prime spot. He nodded in satisfaction.
Seat 4A was already occupied by a woman whose size spilled slightly into his seat. She wore an oversized gray sweater and sweatpants, her frizzy hair hastily tied back. A worn backpack sat at her feet. She looked out of place—like she’d gotten on the wrong flight.
