I knew something was wrong. Not with the flight, not with the twins—but with us. His smile as he walked to business class felt like a door slamming shut, and I was left on the other side with two screaming babies and strangers’ eyes burning holes through me. Every sigh, every spilled drink, every awkward apology carved the truth deeper until I wasn’t just exhausted—I was fin… Continues…
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