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"Julianne, could I have my seat back, please?" He tried to play it cool, like he hadn't heard what his wife just said.

"Yeah. Cameron's probably going crazy without me," Sydney said as she left her father's seat and went back to hers.

Jack sat down in his seat. "How could you do that?" He stared at her, not at all amused.

"What are you talking about?"

"How could you openly lie to our daughter like that, telling her you love me?" He sounded incredulous.

"I didn't lie to her, Samuel," she said, placing a heavy emphasis on Samuel. "Everything I told her is the truth."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, right. And I'm supposed to believe that. Why should I-or Sydney, for that matter-believe anything you say? We have no reason." He didn't know why he was being so harsh to her; he had been so close to telling her he was thinking about forgiving her for everything and here he was, close to yelling at her for telling their daughter she loved him. What was wrong with him?

Irina was getting angry. "No real reason? What about Kashmir?" Her voice had begun to grow, but she remembered where she was and lowered to a whisper. "I seem to remember saving your life several times on that mission. The land mine, giving you that key. I'd say those are pretty good reasons to trust me. But you do what you want, Jack. I am finished trying to get through to you. I can't take it anymore; I give up."

She turned toward the window with a sigh, not wanting him to see the tears that were beginning to fall. She really had had enough trying to through to him. No matter what she did, he didn't care. She could have had a profession of love sky-written next to their airplane and he still wouldn't have noticed it. He tried several times to get her to talk to him, but she ignored him every time.

There was complete silence in seats B1 and B2. Soon, Irina was asleep, exhausted from fighting with Jack and crying. In her sleep, her head fell onto Jack's shoulder. He didn't push her away, content with feeling that she needed him, even if it was to be a headrest. He was beginning to fall asleep as well and right before drifting off, he took hold of her hand.