called it in?”
“I did. My team also notified airport operations. The aircraft should still be at the gate or on the taxiway.”
Daniels spoke into her radio, calm and crisp. Then she turned back to the children.
“What was the woman’s name?”
Lily looked at Owen.
Owen stared at his bear.
“Claire,” Lily said at last. “Claire Bennett.”
“Is she your mother?”
“No,” Owen said quickly. “She married Daddy.”
“When did your father pass away?” Daniels asked softly.
The children went still.
It was the kind of stillness that made every adult nearby stop pretending they were not listening.
Lily’s bottom lip trembled. “March.”
My jaw tightened.
Four months.
These children had lost their father four months ago, and the woman who had promised to care for them had walked onto a plane without them.
Daniels glanced at me again, and I saw it in her face—the same controlled
