365 Tickets to Nowhere
Language: en
I had saved three hundred and sixty-four train tickets just to keep this long-distance relationship alive. Today was number three hundred and sixty-five. I was carrying a scarf I’d spent weeks knitting by hand, my heart racing with the thrill of a surprise. But when I used my spare key to open Ethan’s apartment door, I didn't find a warm welcome. Instead, I found a trail of clothes leading across the hardwood floor. My best friend, Bridget, was stepping out of the bathroom, wearing my favorite silk pajamas—the ones I’d been saving for a special occasion. Ethan wrapped his arms around her…