The Toddler Ran Into Her Arms Mid-Flight
I was already regretting the flight. My 3-year-old, Elias, was mid-meltdown despite snacks, books, and cartoons. Then a kind flight attendant appeared. She calmed him with pretzels and a gentle task, turning his tears into giggles. I was grateful—until I looked closer. It was Raya. My ex’s sister. The one who vanished after the custody…