Ben

I wanted to get back to New York as soon as possible. I made arrangements for Angela’s car, then drove us to the airport in the rental. We had to wait a bit before we got on the plane, so we found a café in the airport and had breakfast. Angela didn’t seem to have much of an appetite, though.

Then, just as we were settling down in the plane, Angela suddenly clutched a hand to her mouth and ran for the bathroom. I wanted to go after her, but she waved a hand at me when she saw me move to stand, so I could only wait anxiously for her to return. She was back five minutes later and took her seat as though nothing had happened.

“Angela are you okay?” I asked. “Are you not good with planes? Do you get motion sickness?”

She waved away my concern with a tight smile. “It’s nothing like that. The plane hasn’t even started moving yet, so how could it be that? It’s nothing, maybe something I ate yesterday.”

I thought her expression was strange, but she didn’t want to talk about it, so I reluctant