Two days later, I walked into a travel agency. The young woman at the counter greeted me warmly.
“I want cruises,” I told her, smiling. “Trips. Adventures. I’ve waited long enough.”
She beamed. “You’re going to have the time of your life.”
And as I signed the papers for my first Mediterranean cruise, I felt lighter than I had in years.
David still leaves messages. Melissa still sends texts. Maybe one day I’ll listen. Maybe one day we’ll mend what’s broken. But not today.
