She didn’t say a word. Just signed the resignation.
“Yuna, the world’s a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love.”
I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.
The whole department looked at me with that soft, pitying kind of sympathy.
Before leaving, I made one last stop—OB-GYN.
Down the hall, I saw Peter, eyes all soft, watching Cindy breastfeed the baby.
Pain hit like a punch to the chest.
I snapped a photo.
***
Back home, I packed light—just clothes and books. Everything from Peter? Left it.
In the car, he kept blowing up my phone. [What do you want for dinner? When should I pick you up?] Like nothing happened.
I didn’t text back.
Right before boarding, I finally picked up.
“Yuna, why haven’t you answered? Were you busy?”
I said nothing. He kept saying my name like that would fix things.
Then the loudspeaker cut in:
“This is the final boarding call for Ms. Yuna Zander booked on flight HB183 to Hampsburg. Please proceed to gate 514 immediately.”
“Yuna! Where are you?!”
