I nodded. “Thank you.” I looked up at the shuttle again. “Is it normal to be scared?”
“Yes.”
“Begin boarding, astronauts.”
I looked at the attendant, then back at William. “I have to go fly now, baby. Wish me luck?”
Suddenly, he grabbed me, hugging me fiercely. “Good luck, princess. Take care of yourself.”
“I will,” I murmured, hugging him back. “If you’re there, I can fly high.”
William kissed me then, deep and slow, like a lover’s last good-bye. He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. “Come back to me,” he whispered his voice cracking with emotion.
I cupped his cheek. “I’ll be back. I promise. I won’t leave you.” I started to walk away. I had to or I wouldn’t go. I did turn back once before I stepped into the elevator. I love you, I mouthed. He lifted his hand, wavi
