My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

The hum faded behind us, but my pulse filled my ears.

Tell me, I said.

Mom did not answer. Tell me now.

She stopped. For the first time that night, she looked less like a captain and more like a woman carrying too much weight for too many years.

Elias Voss was part of Ghostwing, she said. He was brilliant. Dangerous. Charming when he wanted to be. He continue reading …