Three Years and Eighteen Goodbyes
It wasn’t until I stood at the gate, moments away from boarding, that his message finally came through:
[Sorry, Katy wasn’t feeling well today, so I took her to the hospital.
[We missed our registration appointment again. Once you're back from this flight, I’ll go with you to get it done.]
I stared at the screen, my heart completely still.
So this was it, the 18th time he failed to show.
[Don’t bother, Kit. I’ve already given up.
[I’m flying to Solara. After today, we won’t see each other again.]
I sent the message, then reached for the power button to shut off my phone.