Anne had never been on a plane before. She'd actually never wanted to go on a plane before, but asking her uncle or aunt or even Psyche to take her home would have been awkward. She didn't want them to see her this way. Not now. It seemed off, everything about the way she was feeling was so wrong for her and she knew it.
She closed her eyes and felt the tears sting them when Sam kissed her. She loved him so much and she looked up at him and nodded. There was no way she felt like she could sleep, but she was so grateful that he was there. She tensed during the take-off, gripping his hand tightly and, once they were in the air, she curled up in the seat and rested her head against him. It was easy from that vantage point to stare into nothing out the window.