“Please lower your voice.”
I hadn’t raised it.
“Go back to your seat, Ryan. My mother needs me right now.”
He remained there briefly before walking away.
I turned toward the window, struggling to understand how two people I’d trusted completely could betray me together.
Once the plane reached cruising altitude, I connected to the onboard Wi-Fi.
A message appeared.
It was from Dawson.
Megan’s husband.
Kylie, strange question. Are you traveling with Megan?
I frowned.
No. Why?
His reply came almost immediately.
She told me you two were spending the weekend in Chicago together.
I closed my eyes.
Megan had used me as her excuse.
Then another message arrived.
She also said you were having marriage problems and needed some time away.
My hands started shaking.
Ryan had invented a business trip.
Megan had invented a girls’ weekend.
And both had built their stories around me.
