I switched it off and stepped onto the plane, leaving behind more than just a Thanksgiving dinner. I was abandoning a life that had slowly strangled me one helpful suggestion and dismissive comment at a time.
As the plane lifted into the dark sky, I pressed my forehead against the cold window and watched the city lights fade below. Somewhere down there, Vivien would arrive at 2 p.m. expecting her perfect feast. And Hudson would stand there, confused, probably calling me selfish for the first time to my face instead of behind my back to his mother.
But I wouldn’t be there to see the shock in their eyes. I wouldn’t be there to apologize. For once in five years, I wouldn’t be there at all. And that thought terrified and thrilled me in equal measure.
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