Twenty-Two
No one spoke to me on the flight back to New York. Not that I was much up for conversation anyway. Ferrero was, understandably, not speaking to me. Janice and Kelly were mad at me on Ferrero’s behalf.
Gavin and Elliot were standing by their ultimatum and avoiding me until I made my decision.
Since I had only myself for company, and I was pretty miserable company at that, I popped a pair of sleep aids, found an empty row of seats in coach, and slept the entire flight.
I didn’t wake up until a flight attendant shook me and asked me to prepare for landing. I just buckled in where I was and, by the time all the rows in front of me had disembarked and I got up to first class to grab my carry-on, all of my traveling companions were gone.
The only person I recognized at the baggag
