There was a new text message from Mark.
I tried to wake you, but you were completely out. We couldn't miss the flight. I logged into your airline account and changed the ticket to Mom's friend's name so it wouldn't go to waste. Hope you understand.
I sat down so suddenly that I almost missed the edge of the bed.
I stared at the words until they blurred.
I changed the ticket to Mom's friend's name.
I've never slept through an alarm in my life! Well, except for that one time in college when I drank a valerian sleep aid, but that was an exception.
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But for me to sleep so deeply that he couldn't wake me, and then just give my ticket away to a friend of his mother and leave without me?
The realization hit me like a physical blow.
The chamomile tea!
I didn't cry. I was too mad to cry. Instead, I opened the airline app.
I've never slept through an alarm in my life!
There was one seat left on the next flight to Orlando. It was business class, and it cost a small fortune, but I didn't care.
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I booked it.
I didn't text Mark, and I didn't call either of his parents.
I took my bag, locked the house, and headed to the airport.
By the time I landed in Florida, the sun was starting to set. I took a cab straight to the resort. I went to the front desk, showed my ID (since the whole thing was in my name anyway), and got the room number.
I took my bag, locked the house, and headed to the airport.
