02
That afternoon, I went straight to the office and
turned in my resignation.
“Does Jake know about this?” my manager
asked, surprised. I was a seven–time award-
winning flight attendant, for crying out loud!
Everyone knew I was set for a killer career.
I gave her a weak smile. “I’ll tell him tonight.
Though I doubt he’ll care.”
“You two have been flying new routes together,
getting top awards, your wedding was the talk
of the town… and now….” She sighed, looking
genuinely sad.
Yeah, those were good memories. But
memories are just that – memories. They don’t
last forever.
I got back home after ten, the place was dead
quiet. And of course, Tiffany was posting all
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over social media, and she even tagged me.
“So grateful for my mentor today! Tomorrow
we see Jon Bon Jovi! #blessed.”
So, yeah. Jake was not coming home. That was
pretty standard for the last three years.
I ate a quick bowl of ramen, then checked my
emails. And there it was, like a neon sign,
several job offers from international airlines. I
clicked on the one from Air France, booked a
flight for Paris for two days later.
Five years ago, Jake had a major incident flying
into Paris. The city became his personal
boogeyman after that. He never flew there, or
let me.
Jake, I thought, if I go to Paris, we’ll never see
each other again.
