Then Tyler said the words that made my stomach turn.
“Vanessa, if you’re listening, I want you to know that I’m done hiding how I feel about you. When we land, I want to begin the rest of my life with you.”
The applause grew louder.
Mason stopped smiling.
He looked at me, then down at the drawing in his lap.
“But Dad already has a family,” he whispered.
I couldn’t answer.
My husband was standing somewhere behind the cockpit door, making a public declaration of love to another woman while his seven-year-old son sat in the back of his airplane holding a picture he had drawn just for him.
I wanted to stand up. I wanted to march toward the front of the plane and demand that Tyler explain himself.
But Mason was watching me.
So I took a breath, forced my voice to remain steady, and said, “Let’s wait until we land, okay?”
