you. The kind of nod that carried more weight than any apology from a man who’d just learned his own humility the hard way.
I drove home that night, the Dallas skyline receding in my rearview mirror, and I thought about the storm. About the sound of hail on the canopy and the green glow of the HUD and the moment I saw those three lights on the horizon. I’d spent twenty years trying to live a quiet life after that night, trying to be a good mom, a good pilot, a good person. I’d never needed anyone’s applause. But it was nice, every once in a while, to be reminded that the things we do in the dark have a way of surfacing when we least expect them.
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