My finger hovered there.
But I left it on.
Before the attendant reached our row, Josh finally pulled his leg back.
“Happy now?”
When she arrived, I asked for some water. I wasn’t ready to explain myself with him listening.
I drank half the cup, annoyed that I’d backed down again.
Within minutes, his leg was against mine.
I was squeezed into a seat I’d paid hundreds of dollars for while a stranger acted as if my small body meant I deserved less.
Something in me finally snapped.
Nearly four hours after takeoff, Josh removed his headphones and unbuckled his seat belt.
“Bathroom.”
Henry stood to let him pass.
I watched Josh disappear down the aisle.
Then I slowly straightened my aching leg.
“My goodness, that feels good.”
The relief was immediate.
For the first time in hours, both my knees pointed forward. I could move my shoulder away from the window.
