Chapter 6 - The Boy Does Not Let Go
Malachi’s arms began to shake.
At first, only Grace noticed.
Then his shoulders trembled.
Then his breath came harder through the headset.
The yoke felt heavier than it had seconds before, though the aircraft itself had not changed.
Fear was weight.
Responsibility was weight.
A hundred lives behind him became weight.
Grace crouched beside the seat.
“Malachi.”
“I’m not letting go.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
He kept staring at the instruments.
“I can’t let go.”
“I know.”
His voice lowered.
“My dad said if you panic, the plane feels it.”
Grace’s throat tightened.
“Then we don’t panic.”
He almost laughed.
It came out like a broken breath.
“We?”
“Yes,” she said. “We.”
The controller spoke again.
“Malachi, I’m going to give you a series of small corrections. Repeat each one before you do it.”
“Okay.”
“First, slight nose up. Very slight.”
“Slight nose up.”
He moved carefully.
The aircraft responded.
“Good. Hold.”
“Hold.”
“Now reduce the descent. Watch the vertical speed.”
“I see it.”
Grace watched the number change.
Slowly.
Not enough to be safe.
Enough to be hope.
Passengers behind them felt it too.
The screaming did not return.
The cabin remained tense, but the immediate free-fall terror eased into dreadful waiting.
Malachi’s eyes stayed wide.
“Are they sending someone?”
The controller answered carefully.
“We are coordinating help. Stay with me.”
That was not an answer.
Everyone knew it.
No one said so.
Grace looked toward the unconscious pilots.
Then the cup.
Then Malachi.
A child was flying because two adults were down and the truth of why remained hidden in a few inches of residue near the cockpit floor.
She whispered, “Malachi, your father would be proud of you.”
His jaw shook.
“Don’t say that yet.”
Grace understood.
Pride belonged after survival.
They were not after.
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They were inside.
Read Chapter 7 👉 Because the aircraft finally began to steady, but Malachi refused comfort until everyone was safe.
