When the flight attendant passed our row, she noticed how tightly I was pressed against the window. She quietly asked if everything was all right, and I almost gave my usual answer. I had spent my entire life avoiding arguments, even when it meant allowing other people to make me uncomfortable. But this time, I explained what had been happening. She listened carefully and promised to see what she could do.
A few minutes later, Josh stood up and headed toward the restroom. The moment he disappeared, the flight attendant returned and offered me an empty aisle seat two rows behind us. I accepted immediately, gathered my handbag, and moved before I could talk myself out of it. For the first time in hours, I could stretch my legs without someone invading my space.
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