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Three months later, Marcus asked if I wanted to come on another flight.

Zoe had a short break from college. Dana had invited us all to spend a weekend with June. Marcus was flying the route and had bought me a ticket.

“You can drive with Dana instead,” he said. “I won’t mind.”

I looked at the booking he had sent. Seat 2A.

I called him.

“You chose the same seat.”

“It’s a good view.”

I waited for the old fear to rise. I felt it, but it was smaller than it had been.

“I’ll take it,” I said.

On the morning of the flight, Dana and Zoe met me at the airport. Marcus had gone in early. Zoe stayed beside me at the gate, talking about a model she had built for class. I checked my boarding pass once.

Then I put it in my handbag.

When our group was called, I walked down the jet bridge with Zoe. I found 2A and sat by the window. Dana and Zoe were a few rows behind us. I could hear Zoe telling her mother which buildings she hoped to see when we took off.

A flight attendant came over and introduced herself as Carla.

“Good morning, Ms. Carter. Can I help with your bag?”

“I’ve got it, thank you.”

She smiled and moved on. I looked down at my hands. They were steady.

Marcus stepped out of the cockpit while passengers were still boarding. He saw me and came over.

“Everything all right, Mom?”

“Yes.”

He glanced at the view through my window.

“Better weather this time.”

“Then you have no excuse to hide the city in the clouds.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

He squeezed my hand and went back to work.

We reached June’s city on time. She met us outside the airport and insisted on hugging Zoe first because, she said, college had made her too grown-up.

At her house, we cooked together. June gave Marcus a box of Samuel’s old photographs she had found while clearing a closet. In one, Samuel stood beside an eight-year-old Marcus holding a paper airplane. Marcus laughed when he saw how crooked its wings were.

“That one flew,” I said.

“For about two feet,” June replied.

“It flew,” Marcus insisted.

We placed the picture on the mantel for the weekend.

The next morning, Zoe and I walked to a small park near June’s house. She told me her first college presentation had gone badly. She had rushed through the part she knew best because she was nervous.

“I thought everyone would decide I didn’t belong in that class,” she said.

I stopped beside a bench.

“What did your professor say?”

“She asked me to explain the model again afterward. She liked it.”

“Did you explain it?”

“Yes. I did better the second time.”

I smiled. “Then that’s what they got to see.”

Zoe took my arm. “Dad says you always know what to say.”

“He has heard me say plenty of foolish things.”

“He also says you taught him how to stay calm.”

I thought of the flight. “I wasn’t calm inside.”

“You asked somebody to check your ticket. I remember that.”

We went back to June’s for lunch. Marcus was at the kitchen table, looking through photographs with Dana. He held up one of himself as a teenager, standing beside Samuel in front of a small training plane.

“I forgot Mom took this,” he said.

“I remember telling you both to stand still,” I replied. “You couldn’t wait to get near the plane.”

Marcus looked at the photograph for a moment longer. Then he made room for me beside him.

After the weekend, I returned to my own house. I kept my garden, my work at the school’s reading program, and the quiet mornings I liked. I visited Marcus and Dana when I wanted to. They visited me. Zoe called from college and told me about buildings I had never seen.

The airline sent a final note several weeks later. Its revised training on checking seat assignments and responding to passenger concerns had begun. I filed the note with the earlier letter and didn’t take it out again.

I knew what had happened. I knew the company had acknowledged it. Mr. Alvarez and I had both been heard.

At the end of the school year, a girl from the reading program brought me a paper airplane. She was nervous about changing schools in the fall.

“What if I don’t know anyone?” she asked.

“Then you can start with one person,” I said. “You can ask for help while you find your way.”

She launched the airplane across the classroom. It landed beside the door.

When I got home, Marcus was waiting on my porch with takeout. He had driven over after a work trip without telling me, the way he used to when he was young.

“I thought we could have dinner,” he said.

I opened the door. “You thought right.”

We ate at my kitchen table. He told me about Zoe’s latest project, and I showed him the paper airplane. He tried to improve its wings, but his version flew no farther than the girl’s.

“Samuel would laugh at us,” I said.

“He’d make us fold another.”

Marcus put the planes side by side on the table.

As he got up to clear the dishes, I reached for his hand. He stopped.

“I’m proud of you,” I said. “I was proud of you before I boarded that first flight. I’m glad I got to tell you afterward.”

He held my hand for a long moment.

“I’m glad you stayed in your seat, Mom.”