The moment he entered the first-class cabin, I knew him immediately. Five years had passed since our divorce, but some people leave marks time does not fully erase.
For one brief second, our eyes met. Then his face hardened.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said.
I closed the book in my lap. “Trust me, Harrison. If I had known you were on this flight, I would have driven.”
A few passengers glanced our way. Harrison seemed to enjoy being watched.
The flight attendant checked his ticket. “Mr. Sterling, your seat is—”
“I know where my seat is.”
To my disbelief, he sat right beside me, even though there were empty seats elsewhere.
