Chapter 1 - Seat 7C
My husband booked seats 7A and 7B to disappear with another woman, but he forgot that after twelve years I could read every lie on his face before he finished saying it. When he looked up and asked, voice shaking, "What are you doing here?" — I held up my boarding pass for 7C and said one word: "Traveling." What he had no idea about was the attorney already digging through a transfer that was about to end him.
"Every drop of color drained from his face instantly.
"Sophie?! What — what are you doing here?"
I held my boarding pass between two fingers, my voice level as still water. "I believe my seat's right next to yours."
His eyes shot to 7B, still empty. Still waiting.
A moment later, a stylish young woman appeared in the aisle behind me, entirely unaware whose row she was about to step into.
"Excuse me," she said sweetly. "I think that's my seat."
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I stepped aside. Whatever calm settled over my face in that moment must have looked strange, because Derek froze like he'd seen a ghost.
"Of course," I said. "Please. I think it's about time the three of us finally got acquainted."
