He was rostered for a flight on the exact evening of our thirteenth anniversary, a ninety-minute hop that would keep him in the cockpit while I sat alone at our usual candlelit table.
He felt absolutely terrible about the situation, pacing the kitchen floor and offering a dozen different ways to make it up to me. He promised a weekend getaway, a diamond necklace, and a dinner twice as grand. But I didn’t want a necklace; I wanted him. And that was when the seed of a plan began to
