Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony lowered her gaze, staring at her tightly clasped hands. "I heard it's still pretty backward over there."

"It is," Stewart replied. "Most young people leave the island to find work elsewhere. The people who stay are mostly older-middle-aged or elderly."

Briony took a deep breath, summoning her courage. "Do you know if my mother's all right?"

Stewart hesitated. "It's hard to say for now."

She turned sharply to look at him, every nerve in her body suddenly on edge. "What does that mean?"

Just then, a flight attendant appeared with a mug of warm milk.

Stewart took the mug and held it out to Briony. "Have some milk, try to get some sleep."

But the last thing Briony wanted right now was to drink milk and fall asleep.

"Stewart, you can be honest with me. I'm going to have to face the truth eventually," she insisted.

He sighed. "You'll find out soon enough. There's no point in rushing it."

He nudged the milk closer. "Just drink it and try to rest."

milk, her expression cool.

arched an eyebrow. "Worried I poisoned

but the thought makes me sick. I can't drink it." Realizing he

the window, making it

a moment, then handed

blanket

sir." The flight attendant

with a polite, quiet "Thank

the seat into a

lay down with her back to him, pulled the blanket over herself, and slipped on the mask,

head for a few

was calm. The flight

morning, the private

all. Her night was

a dull ache throbbed

the plane, a gust of morning wind hit her, making the headache flare

squinted, gritted her teeth, and, with her brow furrowed, followed behind Stewart and the others