While Kennedy and I were wasting our time talking about nothing at all significant, I was still eyeing that big man in the Hawaiian and the teen he was with. At one point, he leaned over and said something to her, and she pulled away. It happened so fast I can’t be certain I actually saw it, but I could have sworn he yanked her by the hair.
That’s when I finally did tell the flight attendant. Tracy. The one whose name I’ll never forget. The one whose family background I’ve checked online a hundred times to see if there’s anything more to learn about her.
Mother of two. The family’s trying to stay out of the public eye (yeah, good luck with that), but one picture from a family vacation has been all over the press. It’s Tracy and her kids, out camping in the woods somewhere. She was marrie
