"Silly. I love you this much. How could I ever let you lose me?"
"Is this because you're nervous about introducing me to your parents?"
To ease my anxiety, she pulled my favorite snack from her carry-on bag—a tangerine.
She peeled it carefully, head bowed in concentration, then held a segment to my lips. "Stop overthinking. Eat something. We've still got over an hour before we land."
I stared at the tangerine she was offering, and my hands went still.
In my previous life, this was the exact moment I'd gotten up to use the restroom because I couldn't hold it any longer. When I came back, Amy was gone.
All that remained was this peeled tangerine.
Right now, the pressure in my bladder was building again. But there was no way I was leaving this seat.
I ate a segment and held on to her hand like a vice.
"From this moment on, you don't leave my sight. Not even one step."
Amy laughed softly, shaking her head. "Okay, okay. I won't go anywhere."
The words had barely left her mouth when the plane lurched violently.
"Attention, passengers. We are experiencing severe turbulence due to strong air currents. Please fasten your seatbelts, grip your armrests, and remain seated."