Maria was sound asleep when something woke her up. She lifted her head to blink sleepily at the flight attendant standing next to the bed, staring at the wall and smiling blandly. Maria assumed she must've been sent to wake her up and prepare for landing, but if the other woman had spoken she hadn't heard.

"Give me a minute," Maria mumbled, pushing herself up and shoving sleep-mussed hair off her face. "I'll be right out."

"I'll tell Mr. DeLuca," she said and turned to ...