LOGINI said, “You were just as cruel every time you left me behind.” Stella approached and asked softly, “Shall we go before we miss the sunset?” I nodded. “Come on.” Clarice no longer stood in my way. For once, it was quiet behind me. There was no explanation. Clarice didn’t ask me to stay. The wind rustled through the pages of the ruined journal. It felt as though the final page had finally been turned.…I stayed in Lake Tahoe for a month. As I was halfway through my new journal, Lucy asked, “So you’re not going back to Brynwood?” I replied, “Nope.” After quitting my job in the big city, I put out a few resumes for remote positions. One travel media company reached out shortly, saying they’d love for me to try a content planning role after reviewing my compiled itineraries and journal photos. On the day of the interview, Stella helped set up my laptop. She asked, “Are you nervous?” I remarked, “A little.” “You’re a pro at making travel guides. Why be ner
Stella burst into giggles. Kyle grimaced hard. Clarice didn’t seem upset, though. She simply looked at me, the light in her eyes dimming. Reality probably hit her that I was moving onto new photos, new friends, and a new journey. None of these had any place for her. … Clarice didn’t leave Tahoe right away. She checked into the hotel next door and sent things to the cabin lodge every day. The items ranged from flowers, medicine, hot tea, and breakfast. I returned every single one of them. Lucy clicked her tongue. “A late attempt at being thoughtful is worse than a coupon.” I grinned. “At least a couple saves you money.” Stella sat right by us, editing photos. She chimed in. “Hers just cost you your sanity.” I nodded. “That’s true.’ That afternoon, Clarice stopped me right outside the cabin lodge. She held out the restored travel journal. “I paid to get a rush job.” Her voice was low. “Whatever could be saved has been restored.”I took the journal from
I looked back at Clarice. “Don’t give me more reasons to hate you, Clarice.” Her fingers stiffened. I yanked my hand free As the door swung shut, I saw Clarice standing in the wind, looking as though it finally registered that I was never coming back. …The next morning, Kyle showed up too. Dressed in white, Kyle wheeled his suitcase and stood in front of the lodge, his eyes swollen as if he had been crying all night. “James, let’s have a talk.” Clarice approached from the side, her expression more dreadful than his. “What are you doing here?” Kyle met her gaze. “Why shouldn’t I be here if you are?” Standing on the steps, I just found the whole thing absurd. In the past, Clarice and Kyle wouldn’t take me along on their trips. Yet, here they were, coming to me one after another. Kyle took a few steps toward me. “James, I know you blame me, but you can’t take Clarice away from me.” I broke into a grin. “When was she ever yours?” His jaw locked. “That’s not wh
The only difference was that I wouldn’t be part of their world anymore. … On my third day there, I met a travel vlogger by Lake Tahoe. She was the very travel influencer both Clarice and Kyle happened to follow. Quieter in person, Stella Bloom crouched by the curb to fix her camera tripod. Lucy introduced us. “Stella’s a regular here. She makes a living shooting landscapes.”Stella looked up and smiled. “James Brew?” I was taken by surprise. “You know me?” “You were out in the yard yesterday, writing in your journal. You ended up in one of my time-lapse videos,” she said. “Don’t worry. I never got your face.”I bobbed my head. “Thank you.” Her eyes caught the book in my hand. “You take writing very seriously.” “It’s just a habit of mine.” “A slower pace of life suits you,” Stella uttered. “I’m heading out to an empty pier today to shoot the sunset. Want to come along?” I hesitated. From the side, Lucy chuckled. “Relax. She’s not going to abduct you, but if sh
“James’ scarf was hanging on the clothes rack. How did you even know he had the journal tucked away in the inner compartment of his suitcase?” Discoloration washed over Kyle’s face. Clarice closed the journal, her voice icy. “Kyle, you’d better not be lying to me.” …The next day, two girls joined us on the trail. One went by Anne, and the other was Rosie. They kept up a lively chatter without overstepping any boundaries. Anne asked, “Do you work freelance? You seem really good at planning travel itineraries.” I grinned. “I made them often in the past, though they rarely came in handy.” Rosie uttered, “That’s a shame.” I nodded. “It is.” My phone buzzed. It was a call from an unknown number. I took the call but kept my silence. Clarice’s voice came on. “It’s me, James.” I hung up. Seconds later, a text message arrived. “I know you’re in Tahoe. I wasn’t tracking you. Your shared trip details were still visible in the travel app. That’s all. I’ll find som
“James!” The voice belonged to Clarice. However, the cabin door was already sealing shut. A light breeze drifted across Lake Tahoe.Once the plane landed, I switched my phone back on, but there were no notifications for missed calls. That was because I blocked both Clarice and Kyle. The owner of the cabin lodge came to pick me up. She was a woman with short hair named Lucy Hayes.She loaded my suitcase into the back of her car and asked with a smile, “Traveling solo to take a break from everything?” I said, “I guess you can say that.” Not pressing further, she handed me a bottle of water. “Here, have a sip. The mountain air can be pretty chilly for you since you’re from out of town.” I paused for a minute. It had been too long since anyone could remember I couldn’t handle cold drinks. The cabin rental was right by Lake Tahoe. On the windowsill of my room sat a blank travel journal with a light blue cover.Lucy said, “Our guests are welcome to write or keep them







