“I’ll make you proud someday, Ms. Margaret,” he said, his voice quiet but full of something that looked like hope.
And then he disappeared. Transferred out of our school and moved on.
I never heard from him again.
Not until now.
“Honey?” Robert nudged my arm gently.
“You’re pale. Do you need something?”
I shook my head, still caught in the loop of that voice echoing through the intercom. I couldn’t shake it.
It kept playing over and over in my mind like a song from another lifetime.
I didn’t say a word for the rest of the flight. I just sat there with my hands clasped tightly in my lap, heart thudding harder than it should have.
When we landed, I turned to my husband.
“You go ahead. I need to stop by the restroom first,” I said.
He nodded, too drained to question me.
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