of the cockpit.
Danny walked back to row 34.
He knelt beside Grandma and opened his hand.
The old silver wings rested in his palm.
“These belong to you.”
Grandma stared at them.
Then she gently closed his fingers around the pin.
“No.”
Danny looked confused.
“Frank gave them to you.”
She smiled through tears.
“He told you to be brave.”
Her eyes moved toward his pilot’s uniform.
“And you were.”
Danny looked down.
“He would have been proud of you,” she said.
Then she touched the matching wings on
