The rest of the flight passed in a blur of polite conversation and moments of silence. As we began our descent, the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom, announcing our arrival time. “Well, it was nice meeting you,” he said, his tone genuine as he extended a hand. “If you ever need anything in New York, look me up.” I accepted his card, the lion logo embossed in gold catching the light. His name was neatly printed beneath: Marco Benedetti. “Thank you,” I replied, slipping the card into my purse, unsure if I would ever use it. As the plane touched down, my heart was a mix of relief and apprehension. The journey was just beginning, and the path ahead was uncertain. Yet, the encounter with Marco left me with a sense of possibility, a reminder that sometimes, allies could be found in the most unexpected places.
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