Her chest physically ached.
Every breath burned.
Because suddenly, it was no longer only about Thomas.
Thomas was merely the final straw.
The final betrayal.
The final proof.
The final reminder.
A bitter laugh escaped through her tears, broken and disbelieving.
How many times?
How many damn times had this happened to her?
The memories came flooding back mercilessly.
Her years as cabin crew.
The endless dismissive smiles.
The condescending comments.
The assumptions.
Just a pretty face.
Just a glorified waitress.
Just a bartender in the sky.
People had no idea.
No idea about the emergency procedures.
No idea about the medical training.
No idea about the safety drills, the responsibility, the pressure, or the lives they carried every single day.
And yet nobody saw that.
