Mandy

The roar of the engines has muted to a constant drone as I look around the airplane’s cabin. Sally is looking at me with a big shit-eating grin on her face as she leans forward from the other side of the aisle and lifts her glass of wine my direction. I’ve already told her that I hate her and I’m never speaking to her again, but it doesn’t stop me from lifting my glass to her in an air toast.

Malcolm squeezes my hand. “Are you all right? I had no idea you’ve ...