Tessa proudly captioned her post: [Wedding rehearsal, perfectly completed.]
A flood of people, blissfully unaware of the truth, liked and congratulated her.
I tapped the "like" button without a second thought.
But no sooner had I set my phone down than Elliot called.
"Leah, do you really have to be this pathetic?" he snapped.
"Tessa's condition has just improved and you’re deliberately provoking her?"
I sighed, unable to hide my frustration. "It was just a like. Does that really count as provoking her?"
Elliot's voice was thick with irritation. "From now on, stay invisible when Tessa’s around."
"If you dare mess with her again, we’re done."
I replied, "Okay."
Without hesitation, I hung up, grabbed my bag and booked a flight.
A museum had been inviting me to consult on an art project for months.
But I had turned it down each time because of Elliot.
Now, it was time to stop letting him control my life and start living for myself.
Two days later, I stood in the bustling terminal of the international airport, dragging my suitcase behind me like a heavy weight that mirrored my heart.
After boarding the plane, my phone buzzed with a message from Elliot.
[I only have two hours today.]