He looked around at the passengers still lingering nearby.
“Not here.”
Vanessa shook her head.
“No. You were perfectly comfortable making a public declaration of love on that airplane. You don’t get to demand privacy now that people are asking questions.”
A few feet away, a passenger who had been applauding Tyler’s announcement earlier suddenly found something fascinating on his phone.
Another woman glanced at Mason and gave him a sympathetic smile.
I wished we were anywhere else.
I wished I could erase the last thirty minutes from my son’s memory.
But I couldn’t.
So I did the only thing I could.
I knelt in front of Mason and straightened the strap of his backpack.
“Sweetheart, we’re going to get our bags and go to the hotel. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
He nodded.
Then he looked at his father one last time.
“Dad, do you still want my picture?”
