Henry sat hunched forward, his expensive suit rumpled, his hair no longer smoothly styled, his expression filled with worry. Anyone looking at him could see that this was not the confident executive they expected. This was a tired father doing his best to manage a situation he had no real control over.
Henry nodded, but his mind was spinning. In the weeks since Nora’s arrival, life had changed in ways he had never anticipated. His wife’s passing shortly after the baby’s birth had left him with a newborn, a heavy heart, and a company to lead. He was still learning how to navigate all of it, often feeling like he was walking through fog. And here, in this quiet cabin, the fragile balance he had been trying to hold finally felt as though it might fall apart.
As Nora’s cries grew louder, Henry felt a familiar wave of helplessness rising in his chest.
Then a voice from farther back in the plane called out.
“Excuse me, sir… I think I might be able to help.”
