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Fifty-Two Trips Too Late
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From dating to marriage, seven years together, Kevin Fletcher bailed on fifty-two trips with me. Every single time, he had an excuse. A project deadline. A last-minute business trip. An elderly relative who suddenly wasn't doing well. And every single time, he promised he'd make it up to me. I believed him. Fifty-two times. Until last month, when I found a travel planner tucked away in his study. Inside were fifty-two plane tickets to the same city. And fifty-two photos of him and his so-called childhood friend, Fiona Snow. Written on the first photo: [She said she wanted to see the ocean, so I cleared my schedule and took her.] On the thirty-third: [She got drunk and said her biggest regret was never starting a family with me.] The fifty-second photo was dated the same day he blew off our fifth wedding anniversary trip. On the back, he'd written: [She's pregnant. I'm going to be a dad!] I wiped my tears away, opened my laptop, and drafted the divorce papers. Then I booked a ticket to Antarctica. This time, I was going to see the view alone.
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Fifty-Two Trips Too Late Chapter 11
Kevin came to see me that summer.He'd lost a lot of weight. His jaw looked sharper, his eyes hollow. Standing in the doorway of the flower shop in a wrinkled shirt, he looked ten years older."Avery."I stayed behind the counter, scissors still in hand."What do you want?""I wanted to see you.""You've seen me. You can leave now."He didn't move. "I was fired from the hospital.""I know.""My medical license was revoked.""I know.""I have nothing left."I set the scissors down and looked at him. "Did you come here looking for sympathy?"He shook his head. "No. I just wanted to say I'm sorry."A short laugh escaped me."You owe apologies to a lot of people. My mom. Me. And the baby you used as a bargaining chip."His face drained of color."Kevin, do you know that the night my mom died, I spent thirty minutes begging outside the ICU? I begged the doctors to try something else. They told me if a matching donor had arrived just thirty minutes earlier, she would've live
Fifty-Two Trips Too Late Chapter 10
The day the flower shop opened, Leo actually showed up.He stood in the doorway with a flower basket, wearing a white T-shirt. His smile was bright enough to rival the sunlight."Avery, congrats on the grand opening!""How'd you find this place?""Your social media post had the address."Right. I'd posted the shop location two days ago."Come in. I'll make some tea."Leo wandered around the shop, taking everything in."It's beautiful.""My mom came up with it.""Your mom?"I lowered my head and trimmed a few stems. "She always wanted a place like this. White walls. Wooden shelves. Sunlight pouring through the windows, making everything feel warm."He was quiet for a second."Your mom must've been really gentle.""She was."I handed him a cup of tea.After one sip, he studied me."Avery, did you lose weight?""Did I?""Yeah. Your face looks thinner."His brows pulled together like he was genuinely concerned.I almost laughed."You're a kid. Why are you worrying so
Fifty-Two Trips Too Late Chapter 9
After I got back from Antarctica, I moved into the house I'd bought.Once the lawsuit money came through, I transferred half of it to Dad."Dad, take it. Spend it. Stop being so frugal."He was quiet for a long moment before speaking."I don't need the money. Keep it. Go live your life.""I already am.""Then when are you coming home to see me?"My nose stung. "I'll be back this weekend."That weekend, I loaded up with gifts and headed back to my hometown.When Dad opened the door, I noticed even more gray in his hair.Mom's framed photo sat on the mantel. Fresh lilies rested on the table beside it."Mom liked lilies. I remember."Dad nodded, his eyes turning red. "The day she passed, the last thing she said was your name."I set my bags down and walked over. My fingers brushed the frame."Mom, I'm here."That night, Dad and I sat on the balcony, sipping tea.He asked what I wanted to do next."I want to open a flower shop.""A flower shop?""Yeah. Mom always said sh
Fifty-Two Trips Too Late Chapter 8
The wind rolled in, carrying the sharp bite of ice and snow.Leo was four years younger than me. Clean-cut, easy smile. Every time he talked, his eyes crinkled at the corners."Did you come by yourself?""Yeah.""That's pretty brave." He smiled. "You're the youngest one here. Everyone else came with someone."I didn't answer.I zipped my puffer jacket up higher and kept staring at the glacier.Leo didn't push it.He just sat beside me.Every now and then, he'd hand me a cup of hot coffee.The next night, we waited for the aurora out on the ice field.Everyone else had already gone back to their tents to warm up.I was the only one still outside.At some point, Leo stepped out and stopped a couple feet behind me."Avery, aren't you freezing?""I'm fine.""Then why are you still out here?"I looked at the faint streak of green along the horizon. "I'm waiting for the aurora."He was quiet for a second.Then he walked over and held out a scarf. "Put this on. If you freez
Fifty-Two Trips Too Late Chapter 1
It was past midnight when Kevin stumbled through the door, reeking of alcohol.The second he saw the photos and divorce papers on the coffee table, he froze.The color drained from his face.I shoved the papers and a pen toward him."Sign it. I'm not sharing my husband."He didn't.Instead, he
Fifty-Two Trips Too Late Chapter 3
After Fiona lost the baby, Kevin and I barely spoke.He still cooked. Still did the dishes. Still told me where he was going.But that was it.Three days later, my dad called and said Mom had suddenly collapsed.By the time I reached the hospital, she'd already been moved to the ICU.Dad's voic
Fifty-Two Trips Too Late Chapter 2
When I came back to the dining room, I insisted on a divorce.Kevin refused.To win me back, he started coming home on time every day. He cooked, washed dishes, and hovered around me nonstop.He even deleted Fiona from his chat app and let me check his phone whenever I wanted.He thought all tha
Fifty-Two Trips Too Late Chapter 6
Kevin refused to sign. He kept insisting he'd treat me right from now on.The words made me sick.I slapped him, grabbed a fruit knife from the table, and pressed it against his neck."Don't make me sick with this act. Sign it, or I'll send you to my mom so you can apologize to her yourself."He
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