The Airport Goodbye That Changed Everything

reading it. But engineering curiosity won out. I wanted to know what she’d say.

I sat on my couch—the couch I’d bought before I met her, the one she’d called “tragically masculine” and covered with her decorative pillows—and opened the envelope.

Tom,

I don’t understand why you’re doing this. We were supposed to be a team. Partners. You were supposed to continue reading …