I was nineteen and pregnant when my parents told me to abort or leave. I warned them that if they forced me to choose, the consequences would haunt all of us. They laughed—and threw me out anyway. Ten years later, I returned with my son, and when the truth came out, their hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
They led us inside like people moving in a dream. For five full minutes, neither of them spoke. They just stared at Leo, their faces drained of color....
I never told my stepmother I owned the airline. She snapped her fingers at me in the lounge, ordering me to carry her bags. “You’re used to manual labor,” she smirked, forcing me into Economy while she settled into First Class. The plane taxied—then stopped. The pilot stepped out, walked past her, and saluted me. “Madam, we cannot take off with disrespectful passengers.” I stood, met her eyes, and said, “Get off my plane. Now.”
“Madam, we cannot take off with disrespectful passengers.” The pilot’s words sliced through the pressurized cabin, sharper than the champagne she’d been demanding. She didn’t understand that in...