Chapter 13

The small plane was white with thin burgundy and blue stripes along the sides and a white tail with blue edging. A big white letter N followed by a series of numbers stood out against the burgundy on the tail, and Rafael wondered what those were for. Possibly like a license? He would have to ask Dustin.

The wings spanned out from the top of the plane. Like a normal car, the aircraft had two windows on each side, and a front and back windshield. But this was definitely not a car.

Once the tow truck driver unhooked the plane, Dustin talked with him for a moment, then the guy left. Dustin walked around the plane, running his hand over it, his face a mixture of reverence and disbelief. Rafael stayed quiet, letting him drink in the moment. Dustin finally stopped in front of Rafael, his lashes wet with unshed tears.

“Can you believe this?” Dustin’s normally self-assured voice had dropped to a shaky whisper, as if speaking too loudly could burst the bubble.