Logan was checking in before his flight.
Perhaps he’d reconsidered. Perhaps he’d realized what he was abandoning. Perhaps nearly twenty years together still meant something.
Instead, six words shattered my remaining hope.
Be gone before we get back.
Another message followed.
I hate old things.
Then:
I deserve a new life.
I stared until my eyes burned.
Finally came:
Don’t make a scene. The kids are with us.
I flipped my phone over and lay motionless.
Somewhere above the Atlantic, Logan Sterling was probably sleeping beside the woman he’d chosen
