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.
The Unwedding
That night, she danced alone at the tiki bar. A slow song came on. She put her hand on her own shoulder, the other on an imaginary waist, and swayed. At first, it felt sad. Then it felt like a first dance. scarlett jones solo honeymoon
She had planned this trip for eighteen months. The deposit on the overwater bungalow in Bora Bora was non-refundable. The seat next to her on the plane—the one where his tall frame should have been spilling into her shoulder—was empty. That was the hardest part: the empty spaces
She pulled out her phone. Deleted the wedding playlist. Bookmarked a flight to Kyoto for next spring. The echo of a laugh that never came
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.