The Airport Goodbye That Changed Everything

I was an embarrassment.

Part 4: The Demolition

I sat in my truck in the airport parking garage for twenty minutes after leaving her at the terminal.

My hands were still on the steering wheel. My keys were still in the ignition. The engine was off.

I wasn’t crying. I wasn’t angry. I was just… hollow. Like someone had reached inside my chest and scooped continue reading …