Lila’s POV
I stepped out of the taxi and looked at the quiet beach resort in front of me. This solo trip was supposed to help me relax but I already felt lonely. My husband Mark had promised to join me but at the last minute he said work was too busy again. I was thirty two years old and tired of feeling invisible in my own marriage.
I checked into my room and unpacked my suitcase slowly. The bed looked big and empty. I picked up my phone and called Mark. It rang several times before he answered. “Hey Lila, I am in a meeting right now. Is everything okay at the resort?” he asked in a distracted voice.
I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to sound cheerful. “The place is beautiful, Mark. The beach looks amazing. I wish you were here with me. When do you think you can get away from work
