Megan rested her hand on Ryan’s knee.
He covered it with his own.
I turned toward the window.
I couldn’t bear another second.
But as the plane prepared for departure, an unexpected idea came to me.
I opened my handbag.
Inside was a small jewelry box containing two broken bracelets.
One was a silver friendship bracelet Megan had given me five years earlier. The other was a bracelet Ryan had bought me for our tenth wedding anniversary.
Both had broken clasps.
I’d planned to have them repaired after visiting my mother.
Now I sat there staring at them, wondering how two pieces of jewelry could represent everything I was losing.
Then I closed the box.
I wasn’t ready to confront them.
Not yet.
About twenty minutes after takeoff, Ryan finally noticed me.
He appeared beside my seat with an expression I will never forget.
At first, he looked confused.
Then his face went completely white.