Charlotte's eyes went wide watching the transformation. "Every time I see that..." She shook her head, her mouth slightly open. "Each time I see that transformation, I realize more and more that you'll never be a normal man."
"Nope," I said, adjusting to my regular height. "Sorry to disappoint."
She shook her head in wonder. "Not disappointed. Terrified, maybe. But not disappointed."
"You'll never be normal, will you?"
"Normal's overrated." I adjusted to my regular height, feeling smaller and somehow more fragile. "Besides, normal people don't get in private jets with billionaire CEOs."
She laughed, but there was something almost sad in it. "No. They don't."
Through the terminal windows, I could see Mom pacing like a caged tiger near the entrance. Even from here, the tension radiated off her - shoulders tight, phone in hand, checking the time every thirty seconds. Classic Linda Carter stress response.
Fuck. I'd really put her through hell these past few days, hadn't I?