Would the soldiers reveal his true identity? Would they expose the charade he had played? The thought brought her a deep sense of satisfaction, a sweet vindication that made the anxiety of the flight feel distant and trivial.
She had played her part in ensuring that justice was served, and that knowledge settled warmly in her chest like a comforting blanket. With each passing moment, she felt lighter, more liberated, as if the burden of having encountered the imposter had been lifted.