Emotionally drained, Alain Dupont put on his headphones, covered his head with his hoodie, and closed his eyes. Obviously, this flight couldn’t have gone smoothly; that would have been too much to ask. There was no way it could go by the book. His fear of flying wouldn’t just magically fade away enough to go with Myriam on her upcoming trips.
Except that there was no problem with this flight. The problem was him and his damn obsessions perverting his mind, his fears that infested him to the point of imagining inconceivable horrors. The boy had not looked at him with his mouth bleeding before the flight and had not whispered “boom” while Dupont was waiting near the bathroom. If anything, he didn’t even exist.
And once inside the bathroom, only his imagination made him believe people were
