PART 2: A Stranger Let Me Sleep on His Shoulder—Then My Ex-Husband Found Me Before the Plane Even Landed -035

There was something so absurdly calm about the way he said it that a startled laugh escaped me.

It lasted less than a second.

Then I saw the number of shares.

My amusement vanished.

“Thousands of people have seen this?”

“Probably more by now,” Adrian said.

“And Ethan?”

“Likely saw it the same way everyone else did.”

It made sense.

That should have reassured me.

It didn’t.

Because Ethan had not called me.

He had not texted me.

He had called airport staff.

Twice.

And asked whether I was leaving with Adrian Prescott.

“Why wouldn’t he call me?” I murmured.