Elias, eyes wet, whispered, “You saved everyone.” Marcus quietly exited the cockpit, avoiding attention. Sitting by a terminal window, Marcus called Zoey. “Daddy?
Are you in London?” she asked. “No, bug,” he said, voice thick. “I’m in Iceland.
I’m coming home. Cocoa’s waiting.”
As dawn rose over Iceland, Marcus reflected: he hadn’t broken his vow to Sarah. He had walked away from the skies for Zoey, yet tonight, he had returned to save hundreds.
Being a father meant being the man she believed he was—a protector, even amidst chaos.
