People came to pay their respects, offering condolences that felt empty and hollow. I accepted their words with a nod, not really hearing them. My thoughts were consumed with questions and regrets. How could Travis do this?
After everyone had left, I lingered by her grave, the silence around me amplifying my loneliness. I placed the rose on her casket and whispered, "I love you, Mom. I promise I'll make this right." As I walked away, I felt a small, comforting breeze, almost as if she were still with me, urging me to be strong.
After the funeral, I returned home, my heart still heavy with grief. As I walked through the door, I was met with a sight that twisted the knife in my chest even deeper—Travis and Solana together, their bodies close, sharing a moment of intimacy that shattered what was left of my spirit.
Seeing them together brought indescribable pain to my heart. The truth was glaringly obvious now—Travis had stood me up because of Solana, the woman he couldn't bear to leave even for a moment.
I didn't say a word. I simply turned on my heel and headed to our bedroom, grabbing a suitcase and hastily packing my things.