Preston & Willa
More than anything, I wanted to know whether the girl pulling on Elena’s sleeve was my daughter.
But a crowded plane was no place for answers.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“I didn’t know she would be seated beside me.
I only learned her name during the flight.”
Elena pulled Willa closer.
She looked frightened, then angry, then simply exhausted.
“Of course you didn’t.”