Chapter 6

I sat in the living room from midnight to dawn.

My phone buzzed. Two hours until boarding.

I stood up, grabbed my carry-on, and pulled the calendar off the wall. I drew a heavy X through the tenth—the date that was supposed to have been my wedding.

Then I wrote one last sentence underneath it:

Dante, we're done.

I propped the calendar up on the dining table where it couldn't be missed, and walked out of the apartment without looking back.