Stella moved slowly down the aisle, one careful step at a time, her hand brushing lightly against the seats for balance. Her heart was racing—not from the walk, but from the moment itself. At eighty-five years old, she was about to experience something she had never done before in her life. Her first flight. She had imagined it so many times, but now that it was real, the excitement tangled with nervousness in her chest. When she reached her business-class seat, she smiled softly, almost in disbelief. She had saved for years for this moment. But before she could sit,...
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