“I hope you become a better man, Randall. Maybe someday I won’t feel angry when I hear your name. But our marriage is over.”
He nodded and went inside.
On my last morning, I walked barefoot to the water.
A month later, I finally took my ocean trip.
Claire offered to join me, but I wanted to go alone. I rented a smaller cottage and spent five days doing exactly what I pleased.
On my last morning, I walked barefoot to the water.
I thought I’d cry.
Then I stood there watching the waves, with nowhere I needed to be and nobody I needed to wait for.
Instead, I called Claire.
“What’s it like?” she asked.
“Cold,” I said, laughing. “And beautiful.”
Then I stood there watching the waves, with nowhere I needed to be and nobody I needed to wait for.