Aria's povThe flight back to Seattle was the quietest six hours of my life.Not peaceful. Not exactly. Just quiet in that strange, floating way that makes your own thoughts sound louder than the engine.Leo was stretched across two seats beside me, one small arm thrown over his toy airplane like he was afraid someone might steal it in his sleep. His face was soft and relaxed, completely unguarded. Every so often, he made a tiny sound in his sleep, the kind that makes your chest ache for no reason at all.I looked at him, then out the window, then back at him again.The little airplane Adrian had bought him at the airport rested in his hand like a last-minute peace offering. Leo had lit up when he got it. That smile had been genuine, bright, impossible to miss.And that was the problem.It had made me smile too.Which meant now I had to sit with the complicated feeling that followed.I didn’t read. I didn’t work. I didn’t even put on music.I just stared at the clouds and let my thoug
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