“Rachel Bennett.”
A calm male voice came through the phone.
“Ms. Bennett, this is Daniel Ortiz with Bradley operations. Your helicopter fleet is approaching the airport. First aircraft is seven minutes out, the remaining two are following behind. Your ground crew requested confirmation that Hangar Four is cleared.”
The dining room went completely silent.
I looked through the glass doors at the Connecticut sky growing darker outside.
“Hangar Four is confirmed,” I said. “Have Captain Mercer call me after landing.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I ended the call.
Mom had gone pale.
