And none of the first-class passengers realized that the airline they were mocking me had just gone under my control.
The woman in room 31A handed me a handkerchief before I could figure out my hands were shaking.
“Family?” she asked.
“Unfortunately.”
She smiled sadly at me.
“They always know where exactly to hurt you.”
I looked towards the veil separating us from
first class.
Patricia’s laughter is back.
Ten months after my mother’s death, Patricia married my father.
Then she slowly reorganized everything.
Home.
Christmas.
Family history.
My mother’s photos are missing in the warehouse.
My father’s will has changed.
Mason became “the son who was left.”
I became “a difficult daughter who left.”
But I didn’t disappear because I didn’t make it.
I left because my mother’s flight company was quietly bleeding from the inside.
And I found a leak.
Bennett Aero Holdings leased aircraft, financed regional carriers and controlled a majority stake in Silverline Airways.
