Duncan
"May I get you anything, a drink or snack, before we take off?" the woman in blue asks. Her name tag says Cindy.
"Kimbra?" I pose, very aware that she chose to sit in the seat across from me instead of next to me.
"No," she says. "Thank you, Cindy."
"Sir?" Cindy asks.
Though I have a new desire for alcohol, it is only eleven o'clock in the morning. "I think we're fine. We'll let you know if anything changes."
"I'll be just a phone call away," she says, nodding toward the handset in the armrest.
I can't help but stare toward Kimbra. She's still the most beautiful woman I know, yet the light in her eyes has dimmed, and for the life of me, I can't figure out what happened.
This morning when I woke, I lay for longer than I should just watching her sleep. The sheet had fallen
