Chapter 8
Owen frowned at her. “Not that little.”
For the first time, a faint smile touched her face.
It lasted only a second, but I saw it.
And for reasons I could not explain, that tiny smile felt like a promise I had no right to make and no intention of breaking.
The next two hours unfolded carefully.
Child protective services was contacted. Statements were taken. Officers reviewed security footage. Claire Bennett remained in a separate room with airport police, her attorney on speakerphone, her story changing in small but important ways.
First, she claimed an aunt was coming.
Then she said a family friend.
Then she said she had been overwhelmed and meant to call someone before boarding.
No one accepted that explanation.
The children sat in a quiet airport office with carpet, fluorescent lights, and a vending machine humming in the corner. Lily and Owen shared crackers and juice while Officer Daniels asked them only what was necessary and stopped whenever their faces went blank.
I stayed outside the room at first.
A stranger had no right to insert himself into a family disaster simply because his heart had been struck.
But every time I stepped away, Lily watched me through the glass wall.
Not with trust yet.
With fear that I might vanish too.
So I remained where she could see me.
Marco leaned against the wall beside me, arms crossed.
“You knew their father,” he said.
“I think so.”
“You think so?”
“It was years ago.”
May you like
Marco waited.
I looked through the glass. Owen was showing Officer Daniels how Captain’s left ear folded over differently than the right. Lily was lining up cracker pieces on a napkin, counting them under her breath.
