And now he was asking me to trust him while declaring his love for her to an entire airplane.
I put my phone away.
When the wheels touched the runway in Chicago, Mason looked toward the window without saying a word.
As passengers began standing and reaching for their bags, I stayed seated until the aisle cleared.
I didn’t want to embarrass Tyler.
I didn’t want to embarrass myself.
Most of all, I didn’t want Mason to remember this day as the moment his mother lost control.
We walked off the plane together.
Tyler was waiting near the cockpit, still wearing his uniform and smiling as he spoke to a tall blonde woman standing beside him.
Vanessa.
She was holding a bouquet of white roses.
When Tyler saw her, his whole face softened in a way I hadn’t seen in months.
Then he leaned down and kissed her.
