Using Her Like A Crutch

Kira glanced around nervously. She checked her face in a compact mirror for the fifth time in as many minutes. She smoothed her white blouse and raked a hand through her hair. She licked her lips, feeling thirsty. She had not had a drop of water in the past two hours, yet somehow, she still had the urge to go to the restroom. Austyn had been gone for an entire week. She was thrilled when he called two days earlier to say he was on his way back. He texted her the flight details. He was returning to Stamford with Charlotte. Kira looked up at the electronic signboard displaying real-time flight status. Austyn’s plane would be touching down right about now. Kira paced in the meeting zone in the cavernous arrival hall. She checked her attire again—white blouse, black pants and canvas trainers. Was the get-up too casual? Should she have dressed in her office attire? But would that be too formal? Kira had no idea what the dress code for meeting a mother-in-law was. Sure, they had already talk