Flight Attendant Sees Her Father On The Plane – What She Discovers Next Leaves Her Reeling!
Now, she had seen him. Or someone who looked exactly like him.
Her mind spun in circles. Could it have been an illusion? A cruel trick of her own grief?
Winston had been her entire world. As a single father, he’d poured every ounce of his love into raising her—bedtime stories, clapping loudest at every recital, shielding her from the ache of not having a second parent.
And the ocean had been his great love. Diving was where he came alive, disappearing beneath the waves to explore a world that seemed built just for him. A year ago, he’d set out to visit a remote reef he’d talked about for weeks. He never came back.
The authorities said an unexpected current had likely pulled him under. Despite days of searching, they found nothing.
Losing him had broken her in ways she never thought possible. The worst part wasn’t the grief—it was the not knowing. She had fought to keep the search alive, pleading with authorities, hiring private divers, refusing to believe it was over.
But months passed. The search ended.
She buried an empty coffin. No grave to visit, no final goodbye—only a hollow ache where her father’s presence had been.
The loss stripped away her joy, leaving behind someone frail and unrecognizable. She eventually decided to return to work, thinking it might be the first step toward normalcy.
But now… now, a year to the day after she had said her final goodbye, she had seen him—calm, composed, gazing out the window as though she’d never spent months drowning in grief for him.
“Hello? Natalie?” Cassandra’s voice snapped her back. Hands gripping her shoulders, Cassandra gave her a shake. “He wants to talk to you.”
