My flight was scheduled to depart the following evening.On the afternoon of my departure, while sitting in the waiting lounge, I pulled out my SIM card and tossed it in the trash.I didn’t take a single thing Jeremy had ever given me.Meanwhile, to celebrate Charlotte gaining new followers on her livestream yesterday, Jeremy had booked out the most exclusive restaurant in town.Just as I boarded the plane, he sent over a string of messages:“I booked a table at Victoria’s and ordered all your favorites.“Charlotte feels really guilty and wants to apologize in person.“Come on, drop the attitude and get over here.”An hour passed. The door to the private dining room stayed tightly shut.By the floor-to-ceiling windows, his friends sat in a circle, with Jeremy in the middle, his face growing darker by the minute.Every minute, he would tap his phone screen, but nothing would come from my side.The server brought out the final dessert—the chocolate mousse cake, my favorite.Out of habit,
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