Chapter 30 A Pretty Little Prison

• Aella
• The jet is like a floating glass cage at 30,000 feet. We’re in the same space, but worlds apart. Roman is across from me, typing something into his laptop. He doesn’t even look up when the flight attendant serves us. His apathy is a stark contrast to the fire I feel inside, burning and consuming me.
• While he is physically here, it seems like he's in a different reality, one where emotions and accountability are not significant.