I stared at the plane as it raced down the runway and took off. Olivia was gone.

My focus shifted to my reflection in the glass. My hair was a mess, sweat trickled down my face and my suit jacket was wrinkled. I looked as awful as I felt. I ran my hands through my hair and smoothed it back. I straightened my clothes and took a deep breath.

I needed to find out where Olivia had gone.

Returning to the service desk, I tried to talk to the agent again. “Can you tell me where ...