No Ties Left Between Us

Summary

I was heading home for the New Year when my wife, Phoebe, gently supported her one true love—a man with a conveniently broken leg—and brazenly shoved a standing-room-only ticket in my face.

“Here, this is Mark’s ticket. You two should switch.”

When I didn’t move, she nudged me again. “Alan, I’m talking to you. Didn’t you hear me? Mark’s leg is injured; he can’t stand for the whole trip. Give him your first-class seat.”

I finally looked up, my gaze cold as I met theirs. My refusal was blunt.

“This is my ticket. Why the hell would I give it to Mark Foster?”