As the plane rises above the clouds, I sit in tears. I left him. After 25 years of marriage, I. Left. Him.
It won’t be hours until he finds out because he’s away on a business trip.
A business trip, so he said, but I know differently. Something in me always knew, it’s just taken me this long to finally do something about it.
But I’m on this plane now. Flying too many miles away to count. Too many miles away to make a difference. Too many miles away to care.