The three-hour flight felt like an eternity.
Melissa tried to read, tried to sleep, and tried to focus on anything other than the voice that kept echoing in her mind.
But it was impossible.
Every time the pilot announced turbulence or their descent, her heart would leap.
When the plane finally touched down in Dallas, Melissa’s pulse quickened.
She watched as other passengers stood up, gathering their bags from the overhead compartments, chatting about their trips and plans.
The normal rhythm of arrival continued around her while she sat frozen in her seat.
“What do you want to do?” Robert asked gently.
Melissa took a deep breath.
“I need to wait. I need to know if it’s really him.”
“Then we’ll wait,” he said, making no move to stand.
Other passengers filed past them, some throwing curious glances at the couple still seated.
The flight attendants began their post-landing routine, checking the cabin.
One of them, a young woman with kind eyes, approached.
“Is everything okay? Do you need any assistance?”
“We’re fine,” Melissa said, finding her voice. “I just need to speak with the captain for a moment, if that’s possible.”
The flight attendant smiled.
“Of course. You can wait near the cockpit door. Captain Evan usually comes out to say goodbye to passengers, anyway.”
Melissa and Robert moved to stand near the exit, letting the remaining passengers stream past them.
Her heart hammered inside her chest.
What would she even say?
What if she was wrong?
What if she was right?
Then, the cockpit door opened.
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