Colin: [Asleep already? Why aren’t you answering? It’s our wedding day tomorrow. Be good.]
I blocked him. Every number. Every account connected to him. I pulled out the SIM card, snapped it in half and tossed it down a storm drain—just like him.
A car was waiting by the curb.
I got in.
“To the airport.”
The city lights raced past my window, blurring like ghosts.
Ten years of memories, love, pain—gone. Just shadows now.
“We will never meet again, Colin. And by sunrise, your wedding gift will be waiting. Right on time.”
