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 was checking the cargo list.
Sarah was locking the hangar.
The work had not become easier.
It had become honest.
That mattered more.
I stepped down.
Sarah had one hand on the hangar door.
“Anything else?”