After the funeral, Kayla, who is still in mourning over her grandma, is going to head back home. However, she is unaware of the horror that is going to befall her as she boards her aircraft. Kayla is forced to use her cunning and fast thinking to get herself out of the sticky situation she finds herself in due to mistaken identity.
I was tired of grieving and eager to crawl into my own bed after a few long days. After my grandmother’s burial, I was emotionally spent and six months pregnant.
As I was packing my luggage, my mother remarked, “Are you sure you want to leave today?” “If you need to take some time to process this loss, you can wait a few days.”
I gave her a somber smile.
“I am aware,” I replied. However, I have to return to Colin and my work. As you are aware, my spouse struggles mightily without me.
“I think it’s wise for you to stay in your comfort zone,” she remarked. However, Dad and I have made the decision to stay until the end of the week in order to tidy Gran’s house and take care of any outstanding business. I am aware that Dad is eager to return home.
I rubbed my belly and whispered, “I just wish Gran would have been around to see the baby.” “I’ve wanted that all along.”
“I understand, dear,” my mom remarked. It’s okay, sweetie, even though I wish you and Gran could have had that experience. When Gran most needed you, at least you were there for her.
I was negotiating the lengthy lineups at the airport now. I had detested flying, but taking a plane home was a lot simpler than driving. My bladder was fighting me, and there was no way I could stay in the car for twelve hours.
Nevertheless, I managed to board the aircraft and was prepared to return home to my spouse.
Reaching for my luggage, a flight attendant said, “I’ll take that, ma’am.”
“I appreciate it,” I replied as I took a seat and tried to relax.
The woman sitting next to me stated, “Oh, I hate flying.” It’s the most awful. However, I detest driving as well. I ought to have stayed at home.
I almost chuckled, I was that much in agreement. I detested the turbulence that accompanied air travel. With every shock, I felt nervous and uncomfortable, like I was completely losing control.
Even so, I couldn’t get rid of the sensation that someone was watching at me as I sat back, waiting for the plane to take off and bring me home.
I spun around and saw a man eyeing me closely from a few rows back. I ignored him, dismissing his uncomfortable stare as the opinion of someone who would criticize a pregnant lady for traveling.
The plane started to climb soon after, and the hum of the engines turned into a calming background noise.
“At last,” exclaimed the woman next to me. “Just let’s get home,”
I had no idea that what was going to happen was a nightmare.
After we took off, a flight attendant came over to me and gave me a stern look.
“Pardon me, ma’am. Would you kindly accompany me? With her perfume filling my nostrils, she inquired.
Her firm tone made it impossible for me to argue with her, even though I had no intention of getting up and going anywhere. So, with a heavy heart, I unbuckled my seat and accompanied her to the area off the restroom.
Her attitude instantly shifted.
“You must immediately get on your knees!” She gave an order, nodding to someone I was unable to see.
How come? Why? What took place? I was astonished and let out a cry.
“Now,” was all she said.
Despite my shock and confusion, I obeyed because of something in her voice. I was kneeling and I had no idea what was going on. Nothing seemed to fit. Nothing I had done had gone wrong.
The man who had been staring at me before came in at that same moment.
“Where is the golden necklace you stole?” he asked in a menacing tone of voice.
What topic are you discussing? I enquired. “I did not pilfer anything!” I just got back from the funeral for my grandmother!
He produced a series of pictures and documents and gave a little clucking sound with his tongue.
Two days prior to the exhibit being relocated to the hotel, here you are at the museum. This is the same you from the hotel lobby where the necklace vanished. After you fled the hotel, we were able to follow you down to this aircraft.
I saw that the photos were blurry. They were obviously different from me, yet they did resemble me quite a bit.
“Look,” I abruptly said. The woman in these pictures has some sort of wrist art, scar, or other marking.See! I have nothing comparable to that.
The man pulled aggressively with his frigid hands as he examined my wrists.
Observe? Not a single tattoo. Not a scar. Nothing. The wrong person is with you! I persisted. “In addition, I’m expecting! It’s not the woman in the pictures!
I experienced a sharp wave of fear for my child. My kid laid there, mute in the heat of the moment.
Though he wasn’t quite convinced, he answered, “But that could be a disguise.”
I wondered if the cops would be at the airport to greet me. and if I could avoid doing this. All I wanted was to see Colin at home.
It seemed as though the thought of my spouse had roused the infant to consciousness.
My gut gave me a sharp kick, causing me to react rashly. I took the man’s hand and put it on my stomach without thinking.
I answered, “No, you can’t pretend this.”
He let out a sigh, clearly relieved but also mortified.
“I truly apologize. You resemble her quite a bit. I had no doubts that we were headed in the correct direction. I have to hold off on dealing with this until we are back on the ground.
“See, I understand,” I murmured. However, I’m not her. Feeling a little more at ease, I said, “I’m just trying to get home,” as I made an effort to stand again.
We had no idea that the second installment of the horror was about to begin.
The flight attendant suddenly produced a gun.
“Enough already! Put your hands behind your backs, you two!
With her back to me, she retrieved zip ties from her pocket and tied the man’s hands first.
She told him, “You’re not as foolish as you look.” “You were accurate in following me to the aircraft. However, you were thinking of the wrong individual.
I acted out of yet another wave of anxiety for my child. I took advantage of the fact that she was standing with her back to me and gave her a forceful kick.
She lost her balance and dropped the gun. He tackled her since she was preoccupied with talking to him and hadn’t finished zip-tying the man’s hands.
We glimpsed the gold chain around her neck as he was doing it.
He grabbed her and said, “She’s the real thief.” In an attempt to evade capture, she has been impersonating as different people. How she was able to board this flight as an attendant is beyond me.
“You have such courage to have taken this action. I appreciate you reaching her before she tied me up,” he remarked.
“I was merely scared for my child,” I sighed. “I followed my instincts.”
The man apologized to the crew and authorities throughout the remainder of the flight, and it was a flurry of explanations.
“I’m Detective Connor,” he introduced himself and shook my hand.
When the woman landed, she was taken into custody by the fifteen or so police officers who were waiting at the entrance.
“I really apologize for everything you’ve had to go through,” Connor remarked.
I said, “Just tell me what happened,” desperate for an explanation before going in search of my spouse.
“We have spent months following this woman. She’s been robbing expensive things and disguising herself in different ways to avoid being caught. I was tipped off that she would be traveling with us. He trailed off, obviously regretful, “When I saw you, with your hair, I just imagined…
“You believed that I was her,” I concluded for him. “Well, I’m not. And you are aware now.
Yes, Kayla, and I sincerely apologize for the error. Please pardon me, I hope.
I had a peculiar relief in spite of the experience.
I felt at ease the moment I came through the doors and saw my husband standing there with a big smile on his face and yellow tulips.
He hugged me and said, “Welcome home.” “I’m very happy you’re back.”
In silence, we drove home and relished the chance to spend time together once more. However, I sat down with Colin when we came home and told him everything that had transpired on the flight.
With wide eyes, he questioned, “Are you okay?” “Are you frightened? In order to make sure everything is alright, should we take you to the doctor?
“No,” I answered. “I just wanted to come back home to you; I’m perfectly fine.”
My spouse smiled at me while placing his hands on my stomach.
He kissed my stomach once more and whispered, “I’m glad you’re back.”
How would you have responded in that situation?