She pulled out her phone. Deleted the wedding playlist. Bookmarked a flight to Kyoto for next spring.
She ordered two entrées at the beachfront grill—his usual spicy tuna, her favorite mango salad. She ate both. It was the most she’d eaten in a month. scarlett jones solo honeymoon
That was the hardest part: the empty spaces. The second flute of champagne the flight attendant kept eyeing. The second towel on the lounger. The echo of a laugh that never came. She pulled out her phone