_She’ll find someone else._
I check my luggage in and head towards the terminal, my face stony and my stride fast-paced. I know I’m doing the best thing for myself and her. So why do I feel so gross? Why do I feel like the villain?
I know I should have told her I was leaving for good. I didn’t want to get into any of it. There’s better support in Cali; I have nothing going for me here. I was al...
