She Stole My Seat on My Private Jet. She Forgot I Owned the Sky.

the jet was yours.”

Still nothing.

“You said she was just controlling.”

That one made me look at her.

“Control is what people call boundaries when they wanted access.”

Sienna’s eyes filled with tears.

I did not comfort her.

She had sat in my seat.

She had worn my blanket.

She had smiled while my luggage froze on the tarmac.

Her tears belonged to her.

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