The 20-Minute Delay That Turned a Flight of Strangers Into Family

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“They’re waiting,” she said.

“Who is?”

She nodded toward the open aircraft door. “The escort. And the family. They asked if you could come out for a second.”

My heart gave a strange, sharp pull.

“Where are they?” I asked.

“Jet bridge,” she said. “Before the terminal.”

I took a breath and stepped out of the cockpit.

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