Through the big windows, I watched Luca’s aircraft sit idle on the tarmac for nearly forty minutes while the airline scrambled to handle the breach of protocol and the crew disruption his stunt had caused.

I did not feel triumph, watching it sit there.

I felt hollow, and I felt my son’s hand.

When we finally reached our car in the parking garage, I sat down in the driver’s seat, and the moment the doors closed and it was just us, I let the tears come.

And from the back seat, a small hand reached forward and rested on my shoulder.

“Mom?” Leo said.