Your End of the Deal

Luke

I noticed that Sophia was quieter than usual on the flight home. I asked her twice if she was all right before giving up. If she was in a mood about what Mother had said to her the night before, I didn’t want to make it worse.

Once we got back to England, everything would go back to normal.

Or would it?

Sophia retired to her bedroom earlier than I anticipated. She claimed she didn’t get much sleep the night before, and again, Mother was to blame.

With every mile behind us, I was confident that all would be okay soon enough.

Once we weren’t forced to pretend to be together, the opportunity might come up for us to want to spend time together alone.

Since there was no one to talk to and I wasn’t in the right head space to do work, I watched several movies before heading into my bedroom.

By the time I came out, Sophia was already in her seat out in the common area.

We didn’t have a lot of time to talk with the flight attendants always around, but I did want to follow through with my