"Contact me when you're convenient."
"Okay, I'm so sorry."
With the help of a flight attendant, I returned to my seat, and from there, I could see the man again; our seats were quite close.
...
Five hours later, the plane landed in Hord City, and I received a call from Conrad.
"Why did it take so long for you to answer?"
"The plane..." I swallowed my words, not wanting to explain further. "It was delayed."
"Mom said the ointment you brought last time worked well. Get some more when you come back from this trip."
"Okay."
My job often required me to travel, mostly between Hord City and Trury City.
If Conrad cared enough, he'd have noticed that my flight was delayed by three hours.
But he knew and didn't say a word.
The truth was, I was no longer his priority. Perhaps, I wasn't even on his list anymore...
Suppressing my bitterness, I asked, "Conrad, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"What do you mean?"
I heard the sound of a door closing and, faintly, a woman's voice that quickly faded away.
I laughed bitterly. It was ironic.
In fact, as soon as I got off the plane, a message from Susanna popped up on my phone.
The content was: [Sharon, do you need help packing your things?]