She lies to the FBI agents in New York who meet her at the gate. She lies on the way to Paris as she works the first class cabin. She lies as she joins the other flight attendants and pilots in the van. Afraid to call the police-she's a single woman alone in a hotel room far from home-Cassie begins to lie. And blood, a slick, still wet pool on the crisp white sheets. She quietly slides out of bed, careful not to aggravate her already pounding head, and looks at the man she spent the night with. When she awakes in a Dubai hotel room, she tries to piece the previous night back together, counting the minutes until she has to catch her crew shuttle to the airport. She lives with them, and the accompanying self-loathing.
She's a binge drinker, her job with the airline making it easy to find adventure, and the occasional blackouts seem to be inevitable.
A powerful story about the ways an entire life can change in one night: A flight attendant wakes up in the wrong hotel, in the wrong bed, with a dead man-and no idea what happened.Ĭassandra Bowden is no stranger to hungover mornings.
0 kommentar(er)
