The hum of the airplane engine was the only constant in the silence that had settled around me.
Sitting by the window, I watched the clouds drift beneath us, the endless sky stretching beyond the small round window.
Mila sat beside me, a thin blanket draped over her legs, while Leo slept peacefully against her chest. His tiny hand clutched a corner of her sweater, as if unconsciously seeking an anchor in this sudden change.
I adjusted the blanket over him, absentmindedly stroking his hair.
"Mrs. Valenti?"
I turned my head, meeting the gaze of the flight attendant who had approached with a tray.
"Would you like anything?" she asked softly.
I shook my head slightly.
"No, thank you."
She nodded before walking away, leaving me to my silence.
A quiet sigh escaped my lips.
It was the first time since our departure that I realized how real this all was.
I was running away.