My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

out of her dress uniform into jeans, boots, and a dark jacket, but she still carried herself like the captain from the auditorium.

Where are we going, I asked.

To someone I trust.

From the Air Force?

No, she said. From before.

I had no idea what before meant.

We drove for nearly two hours, leaving streetlights behind for pine forests and empty roads. Finally,continue reading …