The captain.
And as the search continued, radar operators began detecting a strange signal every Tuesday night.
A bright dot appeared over the ocean.
It moved at a steady speed.
And it carried the same number:
702.
Every time rescue aircraft tried to approach it, the signal disappeared.
And the following morning, something new would appear on a different shore.
A shoe.
A suitcase.
A toy.
A photograph.
Objects belonging to passengers who had still not been found.
As for Layan, she kept the final thing the divers discovered inside the cabin.
A small piece of paper taped to a window in the last row.
One of the passengers had written it many years earlier:
“If you find this plane, don’t look for us in the ocean.”
And beneath it:
“We are still flying.”
