As the passengers disembarked, many stopped to thank her, some offering small tokens of appreciation—a granola bar, a bookmark, a pat on the shoulder. Amara accepted them all with a grateful heart, but she was still thinking about Richard and what he had tried to say amidst the chaos.

At the airport, amid the sea of hurried travelers and the cacophony of announcements, Amara was greeted by her aunt, Lila, who enveloped her in a hug that chased away the remnants of her nerves. “I heard what happened on the plane,” her aunt said, her voice a mix of astonishment and pride. “Your mom would have been so proud.”