The Airport Goodbye That Changed Everything

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I didn’t feel bad.

Epilogue: Foundation

Six months after the airport, I was on a date.

Her name was Claire. She was a high school math teacher. She wore jeans and sneakers and didn’t own a ring light.

We met at a coffee shop—a real, local place with mismatched chairs, not some Instagram-aesthetic minimalist cafe.

“So,” she continue reading …