Part 1
I stood at the boarding door in Northgate International Terminal 4 wearing my navy uniform, my hair pinned neatly back, and the polished professional smile ten years of international flying had taught me to wear under any circumstance.
We were operating an overnight flight to Valencia Crest.
As senior purser in First Class, my job was to make every premium passenger feel welcomed and important.
Even when my own life was beginning to come apart.
That morning, my husband, Adrian Cole, had kissed my forehead and told me he was headed to Riverton for an important board meeting.
I believed him.
After all, he was not only my husband.
He was also the man with whom I had spent years building Cole Meridian Group.
Then the final passenger manifest printed.
Adrian Cole.
