The only thing on my mind throughout the flight is the apartment. That apartment. It was all I could think of—white walls that looked like clouds, an open kitchen, and a bedroom that seemed to whisper rest. I already saw myself in there, curled up on the soft couch with a baby onesie resting on my belly and silence all around me. A peace I haven’t known in a long time.
When the plane lands, I feel the weight in my chest lighten just a bit. As passengers stand and scramble for their bags, Lionel turns to me.
“Let me get that,” he says, already reaching for my suitcase before I can respond. He rolls it for me until we reach the airport exit where taxis are lined up in a row, waiting for the next tired traveler.
“This is my number,” Lionel says, handing me a small green card. “Just in case
