She hit the like button on his post. Then she left for the airport without looking back.
By the time she refreshed the page again, she was already blocked from seeing his post.
Her phone kept lighting up with missed calls—over ten of them.
When didn’t answer a single one, Irwin started spamming her with messages.
[Sue, don’t misunderstand! My mom took my phone and posted that!]
[You know how much she loves Ava. Now that she’s divorced, Mom just feels bad for her.]
[Please, believe me?]
[Pick up, Sue! I’m really worried, don’t ignore me, okay?]
His panic was obvious.
But Sue just sat in the departure lounge, surrounded by the quiet hum of people walking by, the soft clatter of luggage wheels against the floor.
For the first time in a long time, she felt at peace.
Her restless, shattered heart was finally still.
‘Life is just one grand journey, isn’t it?’
Right before boarding, she sent Irwin one last message.
[If you have time, go pay your respects to my mom.]
That was where she set up his trial.
Whether he was forgiven or not—that was up to her mom.
