CHAPTER 76: FLIGHT ANXIETY

The flight was too short; all I did was listen to music. Halfway through, Kent got up to use the bathroom after I said it was okay. He didn't believe the "no seatbelt" sign.

When he returned, the plane was almost landing, so he had to prepare mentally again. He was restless because he had a lot of coffee before the flight. Despite my upset stomach, Gravol worked.

As we started descending, he held my hand, looking tense.

Once we landed, he gasped and gulped as we approached the gate.

"You did it," I whispered, placing my hand on his. "We're here."

"Thank goodness," he said, taking a breath. I let go to get my bag.

He grabbed his bag, and we disembarked quickly since we were near the front. Although I felt queasy, Gravol prevented me from vomiting more than making me feel better.

We collected our bags, and Kent showed me the way out. He guided me to the driver holding a sign that read "Chavez."

"Good morning, Mr.," the driver said. "How was the flight?"

"Terrible, as always," Ke