I shook my head.
“You were the one who decided my space belonged to you.”
He glanced away.
Then tried again.
“Just promise me you won’t file anything.”
I held his gaze.
**“I’m not making that promise.”**
He stared at me.
Then muttered, “Unbelievable,” and walked away.
I reopened my book.
My hands were steady now.
Josh hadn’t once asked whether I was feeling better.
He simply wanted me to protect him from the consequences of his behavior.
And I was finished doing that.
***
After the plane landed, I made my way through the terminal with my handbag over my shoulder.
Marianne and Rose were waiting somewhere beyond baggage claim.
I couldn’t wait to see them.
But as I approached the gate area, I remembered Josh’s reaction.
His insistence that I promise not to report him.
His complete lack of concern for how uncomfortable he’d made the flight.
