Unable to ignore the noise, I grabbed my tablet and returned to sketching bespoke wedding gowns for a client. As I worked, my finger brushed against the chat application, revealing a recent post from Marina.
It was a breathtaking image: fireworks bursting against the velvet night sky, accompanied by a caption dripping with sentiment:
"After half a lifetime away, I return. And here, the fireworks bloom—a welcome in all their glory."
I stared at the post for several long moments, heart sinking as my thoughts spiraled. Only when I tried to close the app did I realize Caleb’s account was still logged in on my tablet.
I didn’t want to see their interactions, didn’t want to be privy to their flirtations. With a sharp exhale, I logged out and set the tablet aside, refusing to let myself dwell on it.
The next morning, I arrived at the office feeling marginally more composed. The manager handed me my approved resignation letter, her expression a bittersweet mix of pride and sadness as she learned my reason for leaving: a bond marriage that would require me to relocate.
“I’m going to miss you, Valencia,” she said softly. “You’ve been one of the strongest members of my team.”