I met his eyes.
“I won’t promise that.”
“Unbelievable,” he muttered before walking away.
I reopened my book.
He hadn’t once asked whether my hip was better. He’d only wanted me to protect his reputation.
After landing, I stood near the gate with my phone in my hand. Marianne and Rose were waiting somewhere, and I wanted nothing more than to get to them.
Then I remembered Josh asking me to protect his reputation.
I approached the customer-service desk.
“Excuse me. I’d like to report something that happened on my flight.”
The employee listened and showed me how to submit a written complaint.
“I’m not looking for compensation,” I explained. “I just want what happened on record.”
I thanked her and opened the form.
I entered my flight details and described what happened, including how the attendant helped me move.
I read my account once, checked the flight details, and submitted it.
