I lowered my phone half an inch, my brow furrowing slightly.
“Before we take off,” Tyler continued, his voice echoing off the overhead luggage bins, *“I’d like to do something I’ve never done in nine years of flying commercial airliners.
There is a very special person on this plane today.
Someone who means absolutely everything to me.
Someone who has shown me what real passion, real partnership, and a limitless future look like.”*
Mason’s head whipped toward me, his hazel eyes expanding until they seemed to swallow his entire face.
He dropped his drawing onto his knees, his hands flying to his mouth in a tiny, breathless gasp:
“He knows!”
Mason squeaked: “Mom, he saw us!
He knows we’re here!”
A surge of relief and sweet, conspiratorial amusement washed over my chest.
Of course he knows, I thought, a soft laugh escaping my lips.
The gate agent must have noticed our last name on the seat manifest.
