Ran Away From His Sky のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Ethan Cole had been flying for ten years, working his way up from first officer to captain.I'd been by his side for seven of those years, and on the ground for every single one.That evening, I packed his flight bag the way I always did.Antacids in the side pocket. Noise-canceling headphones fully charged. A spare tie rolled up and tucked beneath his uniform. The bag had been with him for years, and I knew every compartment better than he did.When I unzipped the innermost pocket, my fingers brushed a small velvet box.It wasn't his.Inside was a custom solo wings pin, with an engraving on the back."For Lark's first solo."Beneath the words was a date. Three days ago.Under the pin sat a flight school tuition receipt. The payer was Ethan. The student was Skyler Hayes.Below that was a printed photograph.Skyler was in the left seat of a small training aircraft, her hand on the control yoke. Ethan sat on the right, his black-gloved hand resting over hers, his head tilted slightly tow

Over the next two days, I gave away everything I'd brought into the house.The stand mixer went to the young couple who'd just moved in downstairs. The balcony plant stand went to the community center. The kitchen dinnerware set, barely ever used, was donated to a charity shop.When Ethan came back, he scanned the noticeably emptier living room and said only, "Place feels a lot quieter lately."He didn't ask what was missing.Friday morning, he told me over coffee that he'd be going to Skyler's solo flight celebration dinner that evening."You're coming too."I looked at him."Why would I go?""You've always said I never introduce you to anyone in the flying community. Everyone will be there. Come sit with us."His tone was even, as if he were finally granting me an opportunity.Whenever I'd wanted to go to club gatherings with him before, he'd said I'd been away from flying too long and wouldn't understand the conversation.Now he was offering to bring me along, and it was for another

The drive from Seattle to Bend took roughly six hours.The farther south I went, the less it rained.The gray of the city gave way, little by little, to mountains and pine forests. Dry grassy hillsides began to line the road.By evening, I reached the cabin by the river.The landlord had left the key in the lockbox by the door, along with a bottle of milk and a note in the fridge."Welcome to Bend. It gets cold at night. Remember to close the windows."The cabin was small. One bedroom, and a living room with a fireplace.I set the two suitcases down. The first thing I reached for wasn't my clothes. It was the logbook.The next morning, I went to the flight school.The instructor who met me was named Rachel. She was in her forties, spoke quickly, and wore her hair pulled back in a short ponytail.She went through my old logbook, then had me take a basic knowledge assessment."You've been out for seven years," she said."Yes.""A lot of your records can't carry over. You'll need a new me

The next morning, Ethan went to work as usual.He finished the pre-flight briefing, checked the weather, reviewed the route. No lateness, no mistakes.No one could tell he'd sat on the floor until dawn the night before.After finishing his duty in the afternoon, he went back to the office and began drafting a solution.First: cancel all future training expenses he'd been covering for Skyler, while keeping the courses she'd already completed so her training wouldn't be affected.Second: revoke the personal key, vehicle access, and non-work contact permissions.Third: transfer the Bellevue property into my name.Fourth: cover all my flight training costs in Bend.Fifth: settle the ER and surgical costs from over a month ago, and arrange a gynecological follow-up, a physical, and counseling.Sixth: compensate me for the professional flying opportunities I'd given up.He wrote out each item in detail, noting the person responsible and the deadline.As if he were handling a serious but mana

After Ethan returned to Seattle, he flew his regular schedule for two weeks.He didn't take sick leave, and he didn't explain to anyone what had happened in Bend.But the right seat began to take on a weight he couldn't ignore.The first time was during recurrent simulator training.When the first officer sat beside him and reached to adjust the seat, Ethan suddenly thought of Skyler's hand on the control yoke, and then of me signing my own name in the ER over a month ago.The examiner reminded him to check altitude. He was two seconds late.The second time was while supervising a new hire on approach.The young first officer asked whether to continue the descent. Ethan stared at the right seat for a moment before giving the instruction.After landing, he voluntarily filed a report and requested to be removed from training duties.His supervisor asked why."My attention isn't where it needs to be for instructing.""Do you need to be grounded?""No.""Would you be open to a psychologica