“Yes, Leo,” I smiled, wrapping an arm around him. “We’re going to fly over the clouds, and soon we’ll be with Aunt Sarah.”

As the plane ascended, the world below shrinking into a patchwork quilt of landscapes, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. This experience had been a test, one that reaffirmed my commitment to ensuring the integrity and fairness of the systems I oversaw.

The ground faded from view, and with it, the chaos of Gate B4 became a distant memory. What remained was the knowledge that even in the smallest of battles, justice could prevail.

And as we soared towards our destination, I was grateful for the chance to teach my son a valuable lesson—that power, when used rightly, could be a force for good, even amidst the chaos of an airport terminal.