emma wasn't emma anymore. she was genevieve, and she was on a plane going west. a man her age sat next to her. he was called ryan. his droopy blue eyes stared down at a picture of a woman.
"she your wife?" genevieve asked, causing him to nod.
"two years ago, our vacation." he stuffed the picture back in his wallet. "why do you ask?"
"i enjoy stories. mostly tragedies, but i like happy endings, too," genevieve answered, giving him a short smile.
"she's quite the tragedy." he bit his lip, his eyes stale.
"what happened to her?" genevieve knew she was being quick. she only had two hours left on the flight.
"i did. i left her at home with the kids."
he fucked her hard in a motel room once they made it back to earth. genevieve told him to go back to her. his wife missed him even though he felt she was best without him. she needed him. his daughter needed him.
"go home."
ryan never saw his wife again.
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