At school, everything changed.
Mr. Reynolds was placed on administrative leave after several parents complained, though Mom said the real lesson was whether he became better when nobody was watching. Admiral Carter returned months later to speak again, this time with a cane and a grin. He shook my hand in front of everyone and said, “Good to see you, Mr. Miller.”
Nobody laughed.
Aunt June did not move to Arizona. She visited for Thanksgiving and scared Mr. Reynolds when she came to parent-teacher night carrying a purse large enough to make him nervous.
Mom kept flying, though not the way she used to. She worked more with training now, teaching younger pilots how to think under pressure. Sometimes I caught her staring at the sky with an expression I could not read.
One night, months after Raven Mesa, I found her in the backyard.
“Do you miss it?” I asked.
