"Morning sickness is brutal, but I've got my husband's home-cooked meals to get me through."
I looked down at the takeout Leo had ordered to my hotel door and let out a hollow laugh.
I slipped the plastic ring off my finger and dropped it on the table.
…
At the airport, before boarding, there was no longing, no goodbye. I snapped the SIM card I'd carried for nine years in half, tossed it in the trash, and walked through the gate without looking back.
Our love arrived without warning—mine crashed into me all at once, and his vanished just as fast.
I wished him well. I wished him everything.
I just never wanted to see him again.
Early the next morning, a call came through on Leo's phone.
It was from the hotel.
"Hello, is this Miss Barnes? After you checked out, some clothing and jewelry were left behind in your room. Would you like us to hold them for you?"
