Before I could react, he kissed my cheek and walked off into business class, vanishing behind that curtain like he belonged there.
I stood frozen, both toddlers starting to lose it, the stroller slowly folding itself while everyone watched me fall apart. He thought he’d gotten away with it. But karma was already on board.
By the time I dropped into seat 32B, I was sweating through my shirt, both kids fighting over a sippy cup, and my patience was long gone.
Willow promptly poured half her apple juice all over my lap.
“Great,” I mumbled, dabbing my jeans with a burp cloth that already smelled like old milk.
The man next to me gave an awkward smile, then hit the call button.
“Could I move seats?” he asked the flight attendant. “It’s… kind of loud here.”
I could’ve broken down. Instead, I just nodded and let him go, quietly wishing I could hide in the overhead compartment with him.
Then my phone lit up.
Mateo.
