Amy was watching me, concern written all over her face.
My heart ached.
Three years together. She'd always been so good to me. She knew my stomach was sensitive, so even though she'd never cooked a day in her life before, she taught herself. Every single day, without fail, she made me three meals. Over a thousand days and nights, and she'd never once picked a fight with me.
That was why, in my previous life, her disappearance had sent me into a frenzy. I'd fought tooth and nail to find her.
I still didn't know what had really happened last time. But this time, I refused to make the same mistakes.
I looked at Amy, dread clawing at my chest.
"What if we skip this flight? We could rebook, or take the train instead."
Amy blinked, then gave me an indulgent smile.
"Don't be silly."
"It's peak travel season. There aren't any tickets left."
"We spent three days refreshing just to grab these seats. If we give them up, we're not getting home at all."
She was right. Rebooking or switching wasn't realistic.
But the moment I thought about what had happened last time, how boarding this exact flight had ended with one of us dead and the other gone, panic clawed its way back up my throat.