I smiled and turned it back on her. "What else would it be?"
She looked at me. Her lips moved a few times, but in the end, nothing came out.
The day I left the country, the sky was clear.
Peter came to see me off. Kirsten didn't.
He said she wasn't feeling well and told me not to take it personally.
I said it was fine.
When the plane took off, I leaned against the window and looked down.
The city shrank in my field of vision, smaller and smaller, until it was nothing but a dot on a map.
My phone buzzed once in my pocket. A message from Kirsten.
Just two words.
"Safe travels."
I didn't reply. I tapped her profile picture.
And blocked her.
In this life, I would never be anyone's stand-in again.
I was going to live for myself.
