The expectation had always been that I would one day open my suitcase, toss a few necessary items in, lock it and walk away, leaving the locked suitcase on the bed. This message would send waves of curiosity through our circle of friends. They’d wonder why I didn’t take the suitcase with me. And why had I not menitoned I was going somewhere. Then after a few days, the questions would be revised. Should they try to unlock the case to see what was inside? Should they notify the police that there seemed to have been a disappearance? And where in Hell had she gone anyway, without a word?
Yes, that was the expectation. That was how I had always dreamed I would begin my new life. But things never turn out like you think they will, or how you think they should.
To be continued....
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She's a keeper
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