My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

were bright and strangely sad.

My son, he said.

I stepped back. Mom moved in front of me. You don’t get to call him that.

Voss smiled faintly. I wondered if he had your courage.

He has his own.

For a moment, something almost human passed across Voss’s face. Then it vanished. Lucas, he said, your mother made you afraid of me. I understand. But I am not your continue reading …