Ethan’s POV

The plane moved through calm air, steady and slow. The engine’s low hum filled the cabin and dulled everything else.

Fallon sat one seat over, eyes closed, hands folded over her jacket. A flight attendant passed by with soft steps and didn’t speak. We were both too tired to pretend small talk would help.

The stillness pulled me back in time. I saw Katelyn on our first wedding day, standing in a dress that wasn’t expensive but made her look like the center of the room. She ...