My Sister, a Pilot, Asked If My Husband Was Home — Seconds Later, Everything Fell Apart

December 25, 2025 by ucef

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“Who’s calling so early?” he asked, turning toward the coffee maker for a refill.

His routine never varied. Coffee. Financial Times. A light breakfast. Then squash at the athletic club by eleven.

I tightened my grip on the phone. Kaye’s breathing was audible through the speaker, like she was holding herself steady while my world split in half.

My husband stood a few feet away in our kitchen. And my husband was also—apparently—sitting in business class at JFK with another woman.

“Just Kaye,” I managed, shocked by how normal my voice sounded. “Pre-flight check.”

Aiden nodded absently, pouring coffee with his left hand while scrolling with his right. “Tell her I said hello. Maybe we’ll finally take her up on those flight benefits she’s always offering.”

The irony made my stomach twist.

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