My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

the day being laughed at in an auditorium, stepping toward the thing everyone feared.

I can stop it, I said.

No.

Mom, I can feel it.

No, Lucas.

I took her hand. You saved Carter. You saved me. Let me save you.

Her eyes filled. Then she nodded once, though it looked like it broke her.

We climbed into the Ghostwing cockpit together. The moment my hands touched continue reading …