She rolled over and rubbed the spot in the bed. It had been six months since her husband had left her for his secretary.
She got up and started her day. She decided to treat herself today. She went to her favorite coffee shop and had a double mocha frappee.
She sat at the window and reflected.
Twenty-six. No kids. Divorced. Slim build. Mocha skin. Coils for days.
It was time.
She threw away inhibitions and headed to the airport.
She approached the ticket counter. With her ex-husband’s gold card, she said “Cambodia, please…one way!”