Kayla, grieving the loss of her grandmother, was preparing to return home after the funeral. But when she boarded her flight, she had no idea the nightmare that awaited her. Following a misunderstanding about her identity, Kayla had no choice but to rely on her intelligence and quick thinking to get out of the mess she found herself in.
After a few long days of grieving, I was ready to collapse into my own bed. I was six months pregnant and emotionally exhausted from my grandmother’s funeral.
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The funeral had been difficult, but it was a poignant farewell to a woman who had been my rock throughout my life.
“Are you sure you want to leave today?” my mother asked me as I packed my suitcase. “You can wait a few days if you need to get over this loss.”
I smiled at him sadly.
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“I know,” I said. “But I have to get back to work and see Colin. You know my husband can barely manage without me.”
“I guess it’s a good idea for you to be in your comfort zone,” she said. “But Dad and I decided to stay until the end of the week just to clean Grandma’s house and finish everything that needs to be done. I know Dad can’t wait to get home.”
“I just wish Grandma was here to see the baby,” I said, stroking my belly with my hand. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”
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“I know, darling,” my mother said. “I wish you and Grandma could have had this moment, but that’s okay, sweetheart. At least you were there at the end, when Grandma needed you most.”
Now I was navigating the long lines at the airport. I hated flying, but it was much easier to get home by plane than by car. I couldn’t spend twelve hours in a car with my bladder waging war on me.
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Finally, I managed to board the plane, ready for the trip back to my husband.
“I’ll take that, ma’am,” a flight attendant told me, reaching out to take my bag.
“Thank you,” I said, settling into my seat, my body crying out for rest.
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“Oh, I hate flying,” said the woman next to me. “It’s the worst. But I also hate driving. I should have stayed home.”
I almost laughed because I totally agreed. I hate the turbulence that accompanies flying. I feel uneasy and anxious, like I’m completely losing control with every jolt.
As I sat there, ready to take off and go home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was staring at me.
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As I turned around, I noticed a man sitting a few rows back watching me intently. His gaze was unsettling, but I dismissed it as one of those people who judges a pregnant woman who travels.
Soon after, the drone of the engines became a soothing background noise as the plane began its climb.
“Finally,” said the woman next to me. “Let’s go home.”
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Little did I know, a nightmare was about to unfold.
Ten minutes after our takeoff, a flight attendant approached me with a hard look in her eyes.
“Excuse me, madam. Could you follow me, please?” she asked, her scent filling my nose.
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I hadn’t intended to get up and walk, but her authoritarian tone left no room for protest. With a deep sigh, I unbuckled my seat belt and followed her to the clearing area right next to the restroom.
Immediately, his attitude changed.
“You must get on your knees immediately!” she ordered, nodding to someone I couldn’t see.
“What? Why? What happened?” I exclaimed, completely shocked.
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“Now,” she said simply.
I was shocked and confused, but something in his voice made me comply. As I knelt down, I couldn’t understand what was happening. Nothing seemed right. I hadn’t done anything wrong.
Just then, the man who had been staring at me earlier came in.
“Where is the gold necklace you stole?” he demanded, his voice threatening.
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“What are you talking about?” I asked. “I didn’t steal anything at all! I just came back from my grandmother’s funeral!”
He clicked his tongue before presenting a series of photographs and documents.
“That’s you at the museum two days before the exhibit was moved to the hotel. That’s you at the hotel where the necklace disappeared. We followed you to that plane after you ran away from the hotel.”
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I looked at the photos; they were blurry. But they bore a striking resemblance to me, even though there were some clear differences.
“Look,” I said suddenly. “The woman in these photos has a tattoo, a scar, or something like that on her wrist. Look, I don’t have anything like that!”
The man examined my wrists, his icy hands pulling roughly.
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“See? No tattoos. No scars. Nothing. You’ve got the wrong person!” I insisted. “And I’m pregnant! The woman in the pictures isn’t!”
I felt a sudden wave of fear for my baby. In the heat of the moment, my baby lay there silently.
“But it could be a disguise,” he replied, not entirely convinced.
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I wondered if the police would be waiting for me at the airport. And whether I would be able to get out of it. I just wanted to go home and be with Colin.
It was as if thinking about my husband had caused the baby to wake up.
A sudden kick to my stomach made me act impulsively. Without thinking, I took the man’s hand and placed it on my stomach.
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“No, we can’t fake that,” I said.
He sighed, looking visibly relieved but also very embarrassed.
“I’m so sorry. You look a lot like him. I was convinced we were on the right track. I have to wait until we’re back on Earth to really deal with this matter.”
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“Look, I understand,” I said. “But I’m not her. I’m just trying to get home,” I added, feeling a little calmer as I tried to compose myself.
Little did we know, it was time for the second part of the nightmare.
Suddenly, the flight attendant pulled out a gun.
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“That’s enough! Both of you, hands behind your backs!”
She reached into her pocket and pulled out some ties and tied the man’s hands first, with his back to me.
“You’re not as stupid as you look,” she told him. “You were right to follow me to the plane. But you had the wrong person in mind.”
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A new wave of fear for my baby made me react. As she stood with her back to me, I seized the opportunity and kicked her as hard as I could.
She stumbled and fell, dropping her weapon. She had been distracted by her conversation and hadn’t finished tying the man’s hands, so he grabbed her.
As we did so, we saw the gold necklace hanging around his neck.
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“She’s the real thief,” he said, securing her. “She pretended to be different people to avoid capture. I have no idea how she managed to board this flight as a flight attendant.”
“You were very brave to do what you did. Thank you for getting to her before she tied me up,” he said.
“I was just scared for my baby,” I said with a sigh. “I acted on instinct.”
The rest of the flight was a whirlwind of apologies from the man and explanations to the crew and authorities.
“I’m Detective Connor,” he said, shaking my hand afterward.
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The woman was arrested upon landing, with about fifteen police officers standing at the gate, just waiting.
“I’m so sorry for what you went through,” Connor said.
“Just explain to me what happened,” I replied, needing closure before leaving to find my husband.
“We’ve been following this woman for months. She steals valuables and uses various disguises to evade the police. I received a tip that she might be on this flight. When I saw you and your hair, I thought…” he said, visibly remorseful.
“You thought I was her,” I finished for him. “Well, I’m not. And now you know.”
“Yes, and I’m really sorry for this mistake, Kayla. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
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Despite the ordeal, I felt a strange sense of relief.
When I walked through the doors and saw my husband standing there with yellow tulips and a big smile on his face, I instantly felt at peace.
“Welcome home,” he said, hugging me. “I’m so glad you’re back.”
We drove home in silence, just enjoying being in each other’s presence again. But when we got home, I sat down with Colin and told him everything that had happened on the flight.
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“Are you okay?” he asked me, his eyes wide. “Are you shaken? Should we take you to a doctor to make sure you’re okay?”
“No,” I replied. “I’m perfectly fine, I just wanted to come home to you.”
My husband placed his hands on my stomach and smiled at me.
“I’m glad you’re home,” he said again, kissing my stomach.
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