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Tammy
The man next to me gripped the armrests – his knuckles, stark white. With the ding of a bell, the fasten seat belts sign lit up. Experiencing some turbulence, said the pilot over the intercom. A line of thunderstorms ahead. The flight attendants halted the dinner service. Loose items in the overhead bins rattled. Soft murmurs of worry floated across the cabin.
I made the decision to sink into the blue leather seats on Delta Air Lines three months ago – a day after I had reported Oliver to the police. He had been arrested, but the prosecutor informed me that Oliver had declined to pay the $10,000 bail, choosing instead to wait out his trial in jail.
‘I’ll never forgive him,’ I said.
‘He’s trying to make up for his sins,’ my mother said.
‘He’s still a horrible person.’
‘Peop
