I kissed Emma’s forehead.
“I’m right back there,” I told her.
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Then I walked to row fourteen with Oliver.
The distance was only three rows.
It felt much farther once I satdown.
From my new seat, I could still catch glimpses of Emma between the headrests when people shifted.
Every time I managed to see her, I checked her expression.
She gave me a small reassuring smile once, as though she were the one trying to make me feel better.
But I knew my daughter.
She
was uncomfortable.
I could tell from the way she held herself and from how carefully she kept her body contained on her side of the seat.
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The woman beside her looked perfectly comfortable.
She had gotten exactly what she wanted.
She had kept the seat.
She had kept the extra space.
