One Step Ahead

On my birthday, Marshall Patton drove me to a remote camping site in the mountains.

Tonight, there would be a once-in-fourteen-years red moon and a meteor shower that was said to grant wishes.

A few ladybugs flew onto my face, and I shrieked, clutching his hand tightly.

He instinctively flinched, but upon feeling the coldness of my hands, he pulled me into his arms.

In our five years of marriage, Marshall would give me anything the moment I asked for it.

A house, cars, luxury items—anything I wanted.

People would say they had never seen a man love his wife so much.

They spoke so confidently about him that a small part of me even started to hold out hope.

So, at my celebration party, fueled by a bit too much alcohol, I boldly leaned against Marshall's shoulder.

"This year, I want to spend my birthday with you. I don't want any parties. I just want you to be with me."

He froze, looking stunned, and it wasn't until the mood in the room turned awkward that he finally agreed.

I didn't have the energy to care if his tone was reluctant or resigned. My heart was full of joy as I eagerly waited for the night to fall.

But as soon as the sun set, his phone rang.

The signal in the mountains was weak, and all I could hear was the crackling of static, followed by a few sobs that sounded out of place.

"Marshall, I'm scared. Where is everyone?"

Crystal Payne's voice came through, amplified, and Marshall's face immediately hardened.

The signal cut off abruptly, the static disappearing, leaving only the sound of birds flapping their wings.

My hands grew cold again.

I reached out to tug at his sleeve, but he pulled away and lifted his phone high, searching for a signal.

I stood frozen in place as he frowned, dialing again, too absorbed to even look up and explain.

Sighing, I grabbed my coat and got into the car.

In the distance, I could just make out the faint twinkling of stars, but Marshall didn't care—he pressed down harder on the gas.

When we reached the base of the mountain, I stubbornly got out of the car and checked into the inn I had already booked.

Late that night, wrapped in my coat on the balcony, I finally got a signal on my phone, and my mother's calls started flooding in.

She had never called me before, not even that night when I had nearly died from the pain of a miscarriage in the hospital.

I stared at her name flashing on the screen, the ringtone cutting off after a minute, only for a new call to come through.

I answered, and sure enough, her voice filled the line, a mix of insults and tears.

"You couldn't even make a simple phone call to say that the party's off? Did you know she waited outside in the wind for two hours? If Marshall hadn't come, she would have collapsed. You know how fragile Crystal is!"

I stared up at the night sky, noticing the winding river of stars, and couldn't help but speak aloud.

"What are you so worried about, Mom? Even if she collapses, you'll just force me to donate my blood and my marrow to fix her."

The woman on the other end of the line was momentarily stunned by my words, then exploded in anger.

"We didn't starve you or deprive you of anything, did we? We raised you with everything we had. Why can't you just accept Crystal? Do you want her to be sick? Crystal gave Marshall to you; what more do you want from her to make you happy?"

Her voice was so full of conviction, turning all of Crystal's reckless actions into acts of desperation.

For years, I thought I had stopped being hurt by her favoritism.

But the love and care she expressed for Crystal in her words made me so jealous I almost cried.

Outside, I thought I saw a shooting star streak across the sky. I quickly closed my eyes, holding back my tears.

I flipped the phone over and made a sincere wish.

In this new year of life, I wanted all the love I could get.

When I opened my eyes, Marshall's message was at the top of my screen.

[Happy Birthday, Linette.]

I deleted the message and turned off my phone.

In this new year, I decided to keep my love for myself.