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Don't tell anyone I don't belong here.

The Quiet Upstairs (A First-Class Confession) first class pov

The flight attendant—her name is Sylvie, according to the tiny gold pin on her blazer—remembers my preference. She doesn’t ask if I want champagne. She simply places a glass of Billecart-Salmon on the burled walnut tray and says, "Welcome back, Mr. H." Don't tell anyone I don't belong here

April 14, 2026 Location: 37,000 feet somewhere over the Atlantic Mr. H." April 14

As the lights dim and I recline into the horizontal position— horizontal , while moving at 575 miles per hour—I stare at the starry ceiling of the cabin. They project fake stars up here. It should be tacky. It is not. It is hopeful.