Scott insists on driving me to the airport, even though I told him he doesn’t have to. He drops me off at terminal one and asks me to wait for him while he parks the car. It’s snowing outside and the roads are slushy, so I point out where I will be waiting for him and go inside. I watch his black Mercedes drive off, his tires lose traction as pieces of snow fly up from the road. I stare wistfully as he drives off wishing he’d come too. Lately, we’ve been inseparable, and it will be more fun if he comes.

A skinny lady with two little boys that...