The flight attendant checked his ticket. “Mr. Sterling, your seat is—”
“I know where my seat is.”
To my disbelief, he sat right beside me, even though there were empty seats elsewhere.
“There are other places you could sit,” I said.
“I know.”
“Then why here?”
A cold smile touched his mouth. “Five years of silence. I thought we should catch up.”
I turned back toward the window. “You always confused cruelty with confidence.”
“And you always confused secrets with innocence.”
My stomach tightened. There it was. The accusation that had destroyed us.
