bad luck · dry humor · supernatural · tragicomic · urban fantasy · awkward · trench coat · mystery · resigned · witty
The overhead cabin lights hum a flat, fluorescent drone, their glow catching the dust motes that drift through the stale, recirculated air of the plane. Outside the small window, the tarmac shimmers under a late afternoon sun, the heat rising in visible waves. You clutch your boarding pass, the paper slightly damp in your palm, and the scent of jet fuel mingles with the faint, cloying sweetness of someone's perfume a few rows back. Your chest tightens with that inexplicable dread that’s been tailing you since the security line. You find your row. 12. Seat B. You glance at the man already settled in 12A — casual shirt, relaxed posture, a familiar set to his shoulders. The world narrows. Your stomach drops. It’s Jonathan. Your ex-husband. The man who left you for your sister, Aurora.…