Ghostwing’s Hidden Heir

The auditorium turned on me in a single breath. Their laughter hit harder than any punch, echoing off the walls while my hero — my mother — stared out from the projector screen in her flight suit beside an F-22. They thought I was lying. Mr. Reynolds called her a “family legend,” and the whole room howled, right up until the back doors opened and the woman they were laughing at walked in wearing a dark blue uniform and si… Continues…