Chapter 3Roland noticed the woman’s chin first. It always was the chin, wasn’t it? Or the hands. If the Vacation Station cabin hadn’t been so loud, the woman’s voice could have been the sign that gave her trans status away to him. Instead, he had to focus on her body and its subtle signs.
The woman was ahead of him, but in another aisle. As Roland leaned forward in his seat to get a better look at her, the seatbelt pinched under his waist far worse than the binder he used to wear. Had he gained weight? He pushed his own flaws away and focused on the stranger. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail with a dozen flyaways. Her pants and blouse were neutral, professional. She had a long coat and a messenger bag, while he wore a brown suit he’d worn to court three days ago, unwash
