Kevin’s head snapped up at my tone. Jessica relaxed, thinking she’d “handled” me.
“Have a wonderful trip,” I said.
Then I turned and walked away, pulling my suitcase behind me. My back was straight, my chin up, the same posture I used when walking into hospital board meetings, malpractice depositions, and ethics committee hearings.
Behind me, I heard Jessica say to Kevin, half-laughing, “See? She’s fine with it. Let’s go check in.”
But I wasn’t fine.
I was finished.
I was done.
I walked to a quiet corner of the terminal near a bank of tall windows overlooking the tarmac. Planes trundled across the concrete in the blue pre-dawn light, tails painted with the logos of airlines from all over the country.
I set my suitcase beside a row of empty seats, took a deep breath, and pulled out my phone.
First call.
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