After My Sister-In-Law Downgraded My Seat, A Four-Star General Stepped In

to move you to 31B,” she said. “Still an aisle, but… you know. Economy.”

31B.

I’d flown enough to understand that 31B was where legroom went to die, where compression was inevitable, where my spine would spend the entire flight protesting.

I glanced past her into the cabin. Seat 2A waited, exactly as I’d paid for it. I could also see Amelia’s expression—pleased,continue reading …