My heart may weaken foolishly, but my head is screwed on and trying to guide me in the right direction. I need to learn to put it back in control.

The flight goes from quiet and dull to party in the air after take-off. Unclipping belts and gathering in the centre to drink together, as he told me we would, and the hours pass in a blink. It’s easy to slowly relax and put everything out of my head when plied with champagne and listening to insane chatter around me. They are a very ...