I looked away before he saw my face.
He pressed his forehead against the glass as the plane rolled toward the runway.
Outside, a baggage worker lifted both hands and waved.
Mike waved back with his entire arm.
« He saw me, Dad! »
« He did, sweetheart. »
The engines rose.
Mike gripped both armrests, laughing as the ground dropped beneath us.
The engines rose.
Beside me, Stella reached across the narrow space and closed her hand around mine.