The flight was meant to be quiet—just a nap and noise-canceling headphones. But everything changed when a German Shepherd across the aisle locked eyes with me. Moments later, a man dropped an unmarked envelope—addressed to me, using a name I hadn’t gone by since 2009.
Inside was a Polaroid of me and my missing sister, Clara—taken months after she vanished. The message read:Clara is still alive. She needs your assistance. Have faith in the dog.
The man was dead. The dog stayed by my side.