When I Saw Them Together, The Audacity Got Worse
I waited near premium check-in where I could see the counter clearly.
Then they walked in.
My husband and a young woman in a white sundress, glowing like she was stepping into a magazine shoot.
He had his hand on her back.
He was laughing—real laughter I hadn’t heard at home in months.
And he was rolling two suitcases.
One of them was mine.
A vintage leather piece I bought years ago on a trip I paid for.
That detail almost broke my composure.
Not because it was “just luggage.”
