CASSANDRA WILLIAMS
The plane took off about two hours ago. It is so silent that even the silence itself is too loud. I am lying on the couch with a fleece covering my body while watching a movie on the little screen with earphones on. I don’t even know what is going on in the movie because my mind has been having endless conversations – conversations about how things would end between Lucas and I.
I told him that I was pregnant, and he didn’t say a word. He didn’t talk to me since, no matter how much I tried to reach out. Now, we are sitting separately on the plane, which I was okay with because he was playing video games with Anthony, but now he is sitting alone, drinking his umpteenth glass of cognac. Anthony is sleeping, and Johnny is resting his eyes as he is listening to music wit
