Arry doesn’t come back. He texts from the airport, saying he needs time to cool off and will call me when he lands. I don’t bother replying, and he doesn’t text again to see why I don’t.

I was heartbroken that he did the one thing he never does; he walked out and left me when we were fighting the worst kind of fight. It feels like a betrayal that he’s broken a promise, and how I feel, I want to hate him. Hating him for four days will be easier than missing him.

I go to ...