Chapter 37 A Wife

• The silence between us was so thick, you could’ve cut it with a butter knife. Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it.
• I picked up my glass of coke and swirled it like I actually knew what I was doing, pretending to admire the deep dark color while trying not to overthink the fact that I was fuming.
• I was more of a business class kinda girl so finally being in first class was supposed to be a dream, right? Plush leather seats wide enough to sprawl in, a softer blanket, and that subtle but expensive smell of fresh coffee and—what was that?—eucalyptus? But even all that couldn’t distract me from him.