There was no letter inside the envelope. No goodbye.
Only a stack of airline boarding passes with worn, frayed edges from being held too many times, and a key that reflected a cold metallic gleam.
Jason's hands trembled as he unfolded the boarding passes one by one.
Two hundred and seventy flights. Nine years.
From economy class to first class, then back to economy again.
From anticipation and hope... to exhaustion and finally, complete heartbreak.
Every boarding pass carried the same name: Zoe Shaw.
Jason ran his fingers over the worn edges. A strange pain tightened around his heart.
His breathing grew heavier. His eyes turned red, as if tears mixed with blood were about to spill.
At last, he understood. I wasn't throwing a tantrum. I wasn't waiting for him to comfort me. I wasn'
