The overnight flight from New York to Madrid had become quiet.
Cabin lights were dimmed.
Blankets covered sleeping passengers.
Nearly three hundred people were settling in for the long Atlantic crossing.
In seat 8A, Laura Vance was trying to do the same.
At thirty-eight, there was nothing about her appearance that suggested she had once flown F-16 fighter jets for the United States Air Force…. Continue Reading ⬇️