We stood awkwardly in front of a large display, pretending to be fascinated by colorful state souvenirs while Brandon walked right past the glass entrance. Toby was trying so hard not to burst out laughing that his entire face turned bright red, forcing him to cover his mouth with both hands.
“Did he see us?” Toby squeaked under his breath after several agonizing moments.
“No, he kept walking straight toward the gate,” I breathed out in relief, watching my husband disappear around a distant corner.
Once the coast was clear, we slipped out of the store and joined our boarding group. The line moved steadily, and soon we were walking down the narrow jetway and onto the plane. Our assigned seats were near the very back of the cabin, giving us the perfect hiding place.
“Do you think Dad knows we are here now?” Toby whispered, tightening his seatbelt across his lap.
