I expected turbulence in the air, not in my marriage. One minute we were juggling diaper bags and boarding with twin babies—next thing I knew, my husband vanished behind a curtain, straight into business class, leaving me in the chaos.
You ever get that gut feeling your partner’s about to pull something ridiculous, but your brain refuses to believe it? That was me at Terminal C: baby wipes sticking out of my pocket, one twin strapped to my chest, the other chewing on my sunglasses.
