My Brother Handed Me an Economy Ticket

laughed again, but now it was only nerves.

“That doesn’t make any sense. Why would you be on a commercial ticket if you can just, what, command planes around?”

“Because I was supposed to meet you there tomorrow, not today.”

That part was true.

I had been planning to take the family trip exactly as promised: two days in Los Angeles for my parents’ fortieth continue reading …