In fact, Rachel and James had known each other before James and I met. I moved my lips and, drawing on my good manners, replied gently, “We’re just acquaintances.”
Then I politely stood up and excused myself: “I need to use the restroom. I hope you enjoy your trip.
I kept my eyes straight ahead, not looking at James once. Maintaining my last shred of dignity, I walked away with my back straight.
It wasn’t until the plane took off, with my eye mask securely in place, that I allowed myself to tremble.
In that brief glimpse in the VIP lounge, I saw that the child actually looked a lot like James, with similar eyes and nose.
I had once imagined what it would be like if James and I had a child. Would it be a boy or a girl? Would they look more like me or him? What kind of father would James be?
I used to think that James and I would surely give our child the best education and love. Because even though I didn’t know if James liked me, with his sense of responsibility, he would definitely be a good father.
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