Goodbye to You All
The others finished their meal in high spirits, chatting and laughing.
Jessica ate in silence, each bite tasteless.
That night, back home, she double-checked her luggage. Everything was in place.
She went to bed early.
The next morning, before the sun had risen, she was already up.
She took a slip of paper, wrote two simple words—I'm leaving—and left it behind.
Then she blocked Jack. Blocked Abby. Blocked every last one of them—on her phone, on Telegram, and on every possible means of contact.
Dragging her suitcase behind her, she hailed a taxi to the airport, where she met up with the junior assistant assigned to this company trip.