The first three hours of the flight had been nothing short of a dream—no, a fantasy—for Jessica.
Somewhere above the clouds, reality had melted away, and in its place bloomed a fleeting, intoxicating romance.
She and Mark had curled into each other like two young lovers caught in the flush of their first infatuation. They kissed endlessly, hands tangled in hair and whispered laughter echoing over the soft hum of the jet.
When Maggie, the flight attendant, discreetly interrupted to offer refreshments, they barely acknowledged her, too lost in feeding each other strawberries and stolen glances.
For a precious, shimmering moment, Jessica allowed herself to believe it. To believe in them. That they were more than broken vows and aching silences. That maybe—just maybe—they were still sal
