The captain announced our descent an hour before landing.

The cabin lights slowly brightened, and people stirred awake like nothing had happened. Like the woman three seats ahead hadn’t been fingered to orgasm while sipping champagne. Like she hadn’t been fucked in a restroom with her mouth full. Like she hadn’t been chained in a sleeping pod, filled and used while the crew passed warm towels and orange juice.

Like I hadn’t fallen apart mid air.

He still hadn’t looked at ...