As the plane began its descent into Los Angeles, the chatter in the cabin picked up. Melissa seemed to have forgotten the entire incident, but Danielle had not. Once the flight landed and the seatbelt sign was off, Danielle rose calmly, smoothing her stained clothes. She quietly collected her belongings and waited for the other passengers to disembark.

Melissa gave her a cursory glance as she left. “Have a good day,” she said, her previous hostility replaced with indifference.

Danielle nodded, maintaining her composure. “Thank you. I will.”