The crying seemed as though it might never end.
On a long flight from Boston to Zurich, the gentle hum of the cabin was constantly broken by the distressed wails of little Nora. In the polished quiet of first class, where travelers usually expect calm, her cries echoed with a sharp intensity that made passengers shift and sigh in their wide leather seats.
It was a difficult moment for her father, Henry Whitman, a man widely known for his wealth and his influence in the business world. He was someone accustomed to quick decisions, confident answers, and calm efficiency. But none of those qualities helped him now. His infant daughter was miserable, and nothing he tried seemed to bring her comfort.
