It was not just a delay anymore.
It was a reckoning.
Meanwhile, Evelyn was seated beside Eliza, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her daughter’s ear.
“You’re okay now,” she said softly.
Eliza looked up.
“Why are they listening to you?”
Evelyn paused, then smiled.
“Because this airline’s license to fly runs through my office.”
Eliza blinked.
“You mean you’re like the boss of the sky?”
A soft laugh escaped Evelyn’s lips.
“Not quite, but close enough when someone messes with my daughter.”
Eliza sat back, trying to process what was happening. She had gone from being told she did not belong to watching the woman who raised her freeze the takeoff of an entire airline.
It felt surreal.
But it also felt right.
By the end of the afternoon, news had already begun to leak. Passengers on grounded flights were posting videos. Hashtags were trending.
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