the cabin for an emergency landing.
“Did you know where you were going?” I asked.
“Not exactly. I searched for the longest, flattest, darkest area I could find. No trees. No houses. No power lines.”
He found a harvested cornfield beneath the snow.
He aligned the aircraft as carefully as possible.
Lowered the landing gear.
And brought the plane down.
For a moment, I believed the worst was over.
“Everyone survived?” I asked.
Dad stared at his hands.
“Fifty-two people survived, Lauren.”
His voice grew quieter.
“Frank was already gone.
