I tried to relax on the plane but I felt anxious. I was afraid to leave my packs after only a month of bringing them together. I knew Logan and I wouldn’t be gone long. We’d only be in Paris about five weeks to get things settled before returning to Illinois and straightening things out. But the time apart right now felt maddening.

Different thoughts were rambling on in my mind and I couldn’t let myself just relax and be happy that we were finally going home. I felt constricted on the plane, despite being in first class with more space than general.

“Kate, are you okay?” Logan touched my...