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The Megan Strong Flight Safety Foundation has already funded new aviation protection systems and pilot advocacy programs across the country.

Megan’s name was cleared.

Her legacy honored properly. Nothing erased or forgotten.

Just truth.

Just healing.

I lean back against Ethan’s chest. “If someone had told me a couple of years ago that getting dumped in an airport would lead to this…”

“You would’ve insulted them.”

“Probably.”

He laughs softly against my temple. Then turns me gently in his arms. His wedding ring catches the city light when his hand cups my face. Still devastatingly handsome.

“You know,” he murmurs, “that flight was supposed to be routine.”

“Instead, you got emotional damage and triplets.”

“The best trade in aviation history.”

I laugh softly.

Then kiss him slowly beneath the Chicago skyline while the city hums around us and our children sleep inside.

And somewhere between the lake wind and his heartbeat beneath my hands, I realize something beautiful.

The mile-high mistake was never a mistake at all.

It was the beginning of everything.

The end.