As I walked out of Westbridge International Airport, I saw a new i********: post from my husband, Darren Hoyle. In the photo, Selena Vance stood beside his car. The caption read: Airport pickup #43. My little scaredy-cat is home safe and sound. When he posted it, my plane was making an emergency descent. Oxygen masks had dropped in front of us, and I hadn't even managed to finish typing a goodbye. Our flights were only 50 minutes apart and landed at the same airport. I had sent him my flight details long ago. In six years of marriage, he had picked her up 43 times. I had made my own way home 127 times. If he wouldn't come for me, I wasn't going to wait for him anymore.