At 8:15 p.m., my phone began vibrating across the kitchen table.
I was sitting alone on my lanai, watching the last streaks of sunset fade over the water.
The silk dress was still on.
The pearls were still around my neck.
Not because I expected anyone to arrive anymore.
Because I refused to change clothes just to accommodate my disappointment.
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