—Mabel—

The next day, Mrs. Veronica Allwell called and I updated her about our most recent test flight inspection.

She was impressed.

“Keep me posted on the rest of the development,” she instructed, before hanging up.

I closed my laptop with a soft click and rubbed my temple, just as the unmistakable sound of thumping footsteps echoed down the hall.

Right on cue, the bedroom door burst open and the children rushed in.

“Mommy!”

They scrambled onto my bed, bombarding me with ...