boarding pass.
Her hand flew to her mouth.
“It’s her,” he said. “She’s in 34A.”
Carol stared at Grandma.
Then hurried toward the cockpit.
Danny crouched beside Grandma again.
“I have to go back up front so the captain can come down,” he said. “But before I do, I need to tell you something.”
Grandma studied his face.
“You were the little boy.”
Danny froze.
“The boy who sat beside him.”
His eyes filled.
He nodded.
Then he reached into his shirt pocket.
He opened his palm.
There was another tiny pair of silver wings.
Exactly like Grandma’s.
“He gave these to me,” Danny whispered.
“I’ve carried them on every flight since.”
Grandma touched the pin gently.
“He had two,” she said.
Danny nodded.
“He told me.”
“When they returned his belongings, that one was missing. I wondered for years where it had gone.”
“I tried to find you,” Danny
