A terrible time.
Our son had spent weeks dreaming about sitting on his father’s plane. He had packed his headphones and his favorite candy. He had drawn a picture with the words BEST PILOT EVER written across the top.
And Tyler was upset because we’d interrupted his affair.
Vanessa slowly stepped away from him.
“You said your marriage was over,” she told him. “You said you were only staying in the house because of financial arrangements.”
Tyler lowered his voice.
“I can explain everything.”
“
Then explain it.”
He looked around at the passengers still lingering nearby.
“Not here.”
Vanessa shook her head.
“No. You were perfectly comfortable making a public declaration of love on that airplane. You don’t get to demand privacy now that people are asking questions.”
A few feet away, a passenger who had been applauding Tyler’s announcement earlier suddenly found something fascinating on his phone.
