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Lucas
Our flight to Chicago is uneventful. Esguerra stops by the pilot’s cabin every couple of hours to check on things, but for the most part, he stays in the main cabin with his wife and Rosa, who’s accompanying them on this trip.
“Nora is still sleeping,” he says, stopping by again an hour before we land. His dark eyebrows are drawn into a worried frown. “Do you think this is normal, to sleep this much?”
“Pregnant women need a lot of rest, or so I’ve heard,” I say, concealing a smile. Esguerra’s acting like no woman has ever carried a baby before. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
He nods and disappears back into the cabin. Probably to watch over Nora, I think with amusement before turning my attention back to the controls.
After the crash, I’m leaving nothing to chance.
We land at a smal
