I looked at the arrivals doors.
“So that plane…”
“He wasn’t on it.”
“Why didn’t he call?”
“He couldn’t during the emergency. Afterward, he was ashamed.”
“Of what?”
Daniel looked away.
“Of letting you down.”
I wanted to scream.
Instead, I pulled a blanket over my crying daughter.
“Where is he?”
“He’s still at the hospital near the connecting airport. Doctors have cleared him for assisted travel, and a medical transport team is bringing him here by road. He should reach the rehabilitation facility 40 minutes from here by evening.”
“Then I’ll wait.”
“Jeremy asked me to take you home.”
“I thought you were about to tell me he was dead.”
Daniel’s face tightened.
“I know. I should’ve told you he was alive first. He made me promise not to bring you. I handled this badly.”
