The Captain Knew Me Before the Passenger Did

Out of all the things I’d imagined he might say next, that wasn’t one of them.

“I don’t remember seeing you.”

“You wouldn’t. I was the one with half my face wrapped up and blood in my eyes. And you were busy flying us out under fire with one leg still attached.”

My fingers tightened around the paper.

He said, “That’s why I couldn’t find you after. I only continue reading …