Ran Away From His Sky
While packing Ethan's flight bag, I found a custom solo wings pin.
The engraving on the back read: For Lark, to celebrate your first solo.
Beneath the box sat the receipt for Skyler's flight school tuition, paid in full by Ethan, along with a photograph.
In the photo, she was sitting in the pilot's seat.
Ethan's gloved hand rested over hers on the control yoke.
Seven years ago, I had sat in that same seat.
Back then, I was one step away from my first solo flight, but Ethan talked me out of it again and again, always claiming it was "for my own good."
He said flying was dangerous, that someone had to stay home and take care of things.
I put down my logbook, pressed the wrinkles out of every o