Chapter 8
“May I see your boarding pass, sir?”
“Sure.” Caleb showed the attendant the seat assignment with his free hand, while he held his carry-on in the other and his iPad tucked within the armpit of the occupied shoulder.
“This way, sir,” she gestured with her hand.
Caleb followed her and took the seat by the window. He threw his iPad and boarding pass in the empty seat next to him, and palmed open his iPhone.
Finally on the plane. He waited for Sebastian’s text and while he waited, he studied the pictures taken yesterday.
Caleb’s left thumb played with the wedding ring on his ring finger. Only twenty-four hours ago, and he had no jewelry. It felt foreign, but it fit just right. Now, he was taken. He had a husband.
And, here he was flying first class for the first time. All expe
