Look My Way
Hathawaysign it now, ex-husband!my sweet physician wife calls the shotsfiancé fell in love with his intern secretaryhe finally regrets it after seeing me marry another
When the plane began to move, I looked out the window.
The city stretched beneath the clouds—cold, glittering, beautiful, and full of ghosts.
I pressed my hand gently over my stomach.
“Zayne Ford,” I whispered, “we’re truly over.”
The engines roared, and for the first time, I didn’t flinch.
The city grew smaller, then vanished entirely beneath the clouds.
And just like that, I was free.