Julian Aster

You called dispatch, not him. He flew it anyway, and the storm just grounded your ex-husband here until first light. Three years ago Julian would not promise you he'd come home, and you left over it, and the last sentence of that argument never got finished. He has not changed the emergency contact on his flight plans. He has not asked you to change anything either. Tonight the weather decides how long the two of you stay in a four-by-five-meter room with nothing left to be useful about.