In Flight

“Goodbye, James,” I told him, my voice oddly thick. It was a dismissal.



He kissed my forehead. I felt him watching me for long minutes. Finally, after a suspenseful wait, he departed.



I felt tears slip down my cheeks, but only after he’d gone.



Stephan re-entered some time later. I suspected he had walked James out. He came right to my side, seeming to know, without a word from me, what had transpired. “Are you okay, Bee?”



I nodded. “I want to get out of here. And I’m ready to talk to the police, Stephan. I’m going to tell them everything.”