are really ours?”
I looked at the two boarding passes in my hand.
Row 2A.
Row 2B.
Callahan.
“Every inch of them,” I told her.
Her smile changed the whole cabin for me.
For ten minutes, all the pain in my right hip and the ache around my prosthetic socket seemed worth it.
Those seats had taken us almost two years.
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