Imogen
“Darling, you really should pester Jason for a private plane. Flying commercial is so…..cheap feeling.” Vivienne’s voice drags out with boredom as we wait for our flight. I accompanied her to LA for her film premiere. We were only supposed to be here for a week until it turned into ten days. I didn’t complain though. It was a welcome respite from being home with my husband. He’s not traveling again for a while and it’s stifling being around him.
“Imogen did you hear me?” Her sharp tone breaks through.
“Jason doesn’t want the liability and the cost right now. Says he’ll get one for the hockey team though.” I roll my eyes at that. My husband’s dream, his own NHL team was coming true and it only made me want to vomit. Once I would have cheered him on, helped him; but not now. Not af
