“We’ll be filing a report upon landing.”
A soft gasp rippled through the cabin. I walked forward, and Lily quietly took the ring from the woman’s trembling hand and placed it in mine.
“It must have fallen in there,” the woman muttered. “I didn’t even notice.”
“Please gather your things,” the flight attendant said. “You’ll be sitting in the rear for the remainder of the flight. We’ll be filing a report upon landing.”
Someone in row 14 began to clap. Then another passenger joined in, and another, until the whole cabin was applauding my daughter.
“I was just doing what you would do, Mom.”
I slid into my assigned seat, pulled Lily against my side, and slipped the ring back onto my finger.
“How did you know?”
Lily shrugged.
“I was just doing what you would do, Mom.”
I kissed the top of her head, holding Noah closer. My ten-year-old had shown me a courage I’d forgotten I owned.
