the note.
“It was his heart.”
Then I finally understood why she had chosen this flight.
This date.
This seat.
“I’m eighty now,” she said. “I’m tired of being afraid.”
Her fingertips traced Grandpa’s handwriting.
“He asked me to sit here someday.”
She looked through the window.
“I wanted to see what he saw.”
The cockpit door opened again.
This time the captain came down.
He was an older man with gray hair and four gold stripes on his shoulders.
He stopped beside row 34 and removed his hat.
“Mrs.
