All the wrong men: as the daughters of a controlling, verbally abusive father, she and her younger sister spent years attaching themselves to controlling, verbally abusive men. Janine Latus managed to get out before disaster struck; Amy didn't. A writer breaks her silence.(connections)

I AM SARDINED INTO A PLANE NEXT TO A young couple. She is lean and fashionable, her pedicured feet in strappy heels. He is handsome in the way of a golfer. Small potbelly, gold chain, white ankles. He, sitting on the aisle, turns his back to her and gathers her slender arms around his neck, snuggling in like a child.

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"I want a blanket," the woman says, her voice thin and girlish. "I always get cold when I fly."

He gathers her arms tighter.

"I'll keep you warm," he says, chuckling at a bosomy cartoon in Maxim. She reads over his shoulder, her arm white where it is pinched against the armrest.

After a long moment, she says, "Can you see a blanket up there?"

He does not look up, just pats her thigh, says, "You'll be fine."