I felt a wave of nausea. "You’re hiding something, Weston. What is it?"
Before he could answer, I glanced back at the cabin. Lily was standing, and as she turned, I saw a glint of metal at her waist. A badge.
A federal agent. My estranged sister was a federal agent, and she was here, on this plane, with a purpose that I couldn’t begin to understand.
My mind raced with possibilities, none of them good. What was really going on, and why was Weston so calm about it?
The plane began to ascend, and I felt a sense of dread settling over me. Whatever was happening, I had to protect Milo at all costs.
As the realization hit me, I knew that our lives would never be the same again.
Milo Runs to the Restroom
Milo's eyes filled with tears. "Mom, what's going on?" he whispered, tugging at my sleeve. I couldn't answer. My mind was a jumble of confusion and fear.
He wriggled out of his seat and dashed toward the restroom. "Wait, Milo!" I called after him, but he was already gone.
I hesitated for a moment, torn between confronting Weston and finding Milo. I decided to follow my son. The sound of the restroom door clicking shut echoed in the quiet cabin.
I paused outside, trying to catch my breath. I could hear faint murmurs from inside. "Dad, who is she?" Milo asked, his voice trembling.
Weston's voice was low and tense. "Milo, you need to understand. Your Aunt Sarah isn't just here to visit. She's a federal agent."
"Agent?" Milo repeated, his tone a mix of curiosity and fear.
Weston's voice dropped even lower. "She's here to investigate me, son. For something I did a long time ago."
I pressed my ear closer to the door, my heart pounding. Milo was quiet for a moment. "What did you do, Dad?"
Weston sighed. "It's complicated, but it's nothing to worry about. We'll figure it out."
I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. Weston was lying, and I knew it. I had to do something to protect Milo.
The Plane Begins Its Descent
The plane started to descend, and my hands shook as I tried to steady myself. I had to act fast.
I rushed to the back of the cabin where the mysterious passenger was seated. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the cold determination in them. "You need to tell me what's happening," I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper.
She raised an eyebrow. "I'm Sarah, your sister. I'm a federal agent. Weston is in serious trouble."
I felt the blood drain from my face. "What kind of trouble?"
"He's been under investigation for embezzlement for years. We finally have enough evidence to arrest him."
My mind reeled. Embezzlement? Weston? It was inconceivable. But the cold, hard truth was right in front of me.
Milo came running back, his face pale. "Mom, Dad is in big trouble!"
I pulled him into a tight embrace, trying to shield him from the chaos. "It's going to be okay, Milo. We'll get through this."
The agent, Sarah, stood up and walked toward the cockpit. She pulled out a badge and handed it to the flight attendant. "We need to have Weston restrained."
The flight attendant nodded, her eyes wide with shock. "Of course, Agent."
Milo clung to me as the agent and the flight attendant approached the cockpit. Moments later, the door opened, and Weston was led out in handcuffs.
My heart shattered as I watched him being taken away. "Weston, what have you done?" I whispered, my voice choked with tears.
The plane landed, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. Milo and I were left in a daze, the reality of Weston's arrest sinking in slowly, painfully.
