We went home.
That evening, I turned on the news.
At first, I wasn’t really paying attention. Just background noise while I made dinner. But then I heard the words:
“…earlier today…”
“…flight bound for—”
My hands froze.
I looked up.
The screen showed footage of smoke, emergency vehicles, chaos on a runway. The flight number was displayed clearly.
Our flight.
My chest tightened as the reporter spoke. There had been a severe mechanical failure shortly after takeoff. The plane had been forced into an emergency landing. Several passengers were injured. It could have been much worse.
I sat down slowly, staring at the screen.
Adam walked into the room, holding his toy plane.
“Is that our airplane?” he asked.
