My mom replied within seconds: "Finally getting to meet our future daughter-in-law! Your dad and I already went grocery shopping. We're just waiting for you two to get home!"
Between my mom's reply and the dozens of comments on my post, I finally let out a breath.
No one could possibly claim I didn't have a girlfriend now, right?
When the plane took off, the flight attendant asked everyone to switch their phones to airplane mode, then began distributing beverages.
When she reached our row, Melissa Cobb—just like in my previous life—got bumped by another passenger and accidentally splashed some orange juice on me.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
Melissa apologized profusely, reaching to clean the juice off my shirt.
But Amy beat her to it, grabbing a napkin and gently dabbing at the stain.
"It's fine, I'll take care of my boyfriend."
Melissa thanked her politely, then turned to me with a genuine smile.
"Your girlfriend is really sweet."
I stared hard at Melissa. In my previous life, she'd said the exact same thing—complimented my girlfriend to my face.
But after Amy vanished, when I asked Melissa if she'd seen my girlfriend, she'd looked at me blankly and said: