The Day the Intercom Spoke
The cabin went still before anyone drew a breath. The seatbelt chime pinged—and then a crack, bright and shocking, split first class.Hands flew; phones rose; record buttons flashed red. Jet fuel and lemon cleaner hung in the recirculated air as a flight attendant’s hand hovered, mid-swing. Sandra Mitchell, a senior attendant for Skylink Airways, had…