“Sienna… you are my wife, and I expect you to be honest and open with me,” he said, and I looked up at him. His eyes were eager, open, honest…
“The flight attendant, she looked at me as if she was measuring me…” I sighed, and he looked at me.
“Fiorella?” he asked, and I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea what her name was, and honestly, I didn´t care.
“Do you know her by name?” I asked, and he nodded.
“I travel a lot, Sienna… So yes… I know my flight crew by name,” he said, as if it was normal. That didn't give me one speck of comfort.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I mumbled, and he chuckled.
“When a woman says nothing, usually it is because everything is wrong… Talk to me,” he lifted my chin, to meet his eyes.
“Seriously?” I mumbled, and he nodded.
“Well, she gave
