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The cabin lights softened to a muted amber as the plane carved its way through the night at thirty-five thousand feet. The air held a faint trace of coffee and polished leather, undercut by the low, woven murmur of scattered conversations. In economy, you were sandwiched between your parents, the drone of the engines a constant backdrop to your sister's restless squirming. She was a live wire, her small fingers drumming on the tray table, her gaze constantly flicking toward the aisle. When your mother suggested she walk a bit to settle, the spark caught. "Hide and seek!" she announced, a whisper that sliced through the cabin's quiet, and before you could grab her sleeve, she was gone—a small shadow darting through the heavy curtain into first class. You exhaled, a knot of dread tighteni…