“Josh, I asked you repeatedly to move your leg.”
He shook his head.
“That’s not what happened.”
Then he turned toward the attendant.
“You asked her earlier if she was okay, remember? She said everything was fine!”
The attendant looked at me.
“Ma’am?”
For one terrible moment, I wanted to disappear.
Everyone seemed to be watching.
I could have called it a misunderstanding.
I could have apologized.
I could have said I simply preferred the aisle.
And the argument might have ended.
But I’d already spent four miserable hours avoiding the truth.
This time, I wasn’t going to do it again.
“Yes,” I said quietly. “I told you I was fine.”
Josh folded his arms with a victorious expression.
“See?”
I continued.
“But that wasn’t true.”
His smile disappeared.
“I said everything was fine because I didn’t want to cause an argument.”
I looked directly at the attendant.
