I typed carefully.
Dawson, Megan isn’t traveling with me. She’s on my flight with Ryan. I saw them kissing.
Several minutes passed.
Then he replied.
Are you absolutely sure?
I wish I weren’t.
He tried calling, but I explained that I couldn’t speak during the flight.
His next message hurt even more.
Megan told me she spent last month helping you through problems with Ryan.
I remembered those visits.
She’d come to my house three times, hugged me, asked questions about my marriage, and listened sympathetically.
I’d believed she was checking on me.
Now I wondered whether she’d been gathering information.
When we finally landed, Ryan and Megan waited near the jet bridge.
Megan’s eyes were swollen.
“Kylie,” she whispered.
I walked past her.
Ryan followed.
“Please. Can we talk?”
I stopped.
“Fine. How long?”
He looked toward Megan.
“Four months.”
She began crying.
