“Daddy,” Maya whispered, pulling on my arm as I sat down. The plush seat eased the pressure on my residual limb. “Are we really staying here? In the big chairs?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “We’re staying right here. Just like we planned when you put your shiny pennies into Mama’s beach fund on top of the old refrigerator.”
Maya smiled, a pure and radiant expression that banished the dark circles beneath her eyes. She settled into the wide seat, tracing the armrest and entertainment console.
Captain Hayes stepped back into the cockpit door frame, looking back over his shoulder. “Rest easy, Sergeant Vance. After we reach cruising altitude, I would like to speak with you again if you’re willing.”
“I’d like that, Captain,” I answered. He gave the same sharp military nod, then closed the flight deck door for pre-flight checks.
The gate agent hurried off without another word. Another flight attendant, warm-eyed Sarah, brought Maya a blanket and wings.
