It was the sound of a small wrong having been set as right as it was going to get, at thirty thousand feet, among strangers, by a ten-year-old.

Chapter 17 — Patricia

A few minutes passed.

Leo drifted back to sleep against me.

Out the window the sky was a clear, endless blue, the flat bright blue you only get above the weather.

Then the woman leaned a little across the aisle toward me.