My Sons Laughed at the Faded Alaska Baggage Tag My Husband Left Me—Then It Led to a Fleet They Were Trying to Sell for $2.7 Million

Daniel pointed toward the recorder.

“Is there more?”

“Not tonight.”

Sarah started clearing paperwork.

Later, at the hangar kitchen, she gave Daniel a yellow legal pad.

“First week: dispatch.”

He wrote it.

“Second?”