Being tired from work and playing therapist to my heartbroken sister, I bought a random plane ticket just to relax again.
Mexico promised escape—until I boarded the flight… and sitting near the one man I never wanted to see again: her ex-husband.
I dragged myself home like I was hauling bricks on my back after the longest shift of my week.
Every step felt like I was walking through thick mud.
I turned on the faucet, splashed cold water on my face, and took a deep breath. Then another.
No time for weakness. Not now.
Not with her here.
“I’m home,” I said, loud enough to carry down the hall.
From the bedroom, I heard it—the sound I’d grown used to.
Jolene appeared in the hallway, wrapped in my old flannel robe, her eyes red and puffy.
“Hey,” I said gently.
Her voice had been gone for days, swallowed by sadness.
It had been a full month since she moved in.
A full month since Dean left her, without notifications or even a half-decent excuse.
Since then, she’d barely eaten, barely slept.
That night, after I made us dinner and watched her push peas around her plate, I cleaned the dishes while she curled up on the couch, another quiet storm breaking behind her eyes.
I walked up to the counter and said, “Give me the first ticket out of here.”
“Cancún, Mexico,” the woman said.
Perfect.
I smiled for the first time in weeks. Not a forced smile. A real one.
Until I boarded the plane.
And there he was.
Dean.
Of all the people on Earth, why him?
He said something I couldn’t understand, gesturing toward a dusty blue car parked nearby.
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