We had just gotten over tearful goodbyes with my parents at the Rome airport. They had remedied our previous honeymoon with a new one.

After the Wizz Air crew member fell ill, a plea was made for aviation professionals to help. David looked at me like I should ding the call bell. Years had passed, but it’s impossible to forget the reasons for tucking thumbs under armpits when landing or gripping the door handle.

The senior flight attendant questioned, then briefed me. I slid into the jump seat.