Getting through the airport without Tyler spotting us was harder than I expected.
At one point, Mason grabbed my sleeve.
“Mom. MOM.”
Tyler was walking across the terminal less than thirty feet away.
I grabbed Mason and hurried him into a gift shop, where we suddenly became extremely interested in refrigerator magnets. Tyler disappeared around the corner while Mason stood beside me, trying so hard not to laugh that his whole face turned red.
We made it.
Once we boarded, we found our seats toward the back.
“Do you think Dad knows?” Mason whispered.
“No chance.”
“Can I tell the flight attendant?”
“No.”
“What if I just tell one person?”
“Mason.”
He grinned and zipped his lips.
A few minutes later, the cabin door closed.
Then the speakers crackled.
Tyler’s voice filled the plane.
Mason’s entire face lit up. He grabbed my hand and whispered, “That’s him.”
