We stood together in the departures hall of Mexico City International Airport, Terminal 1. My husband Alejandro wrapped his arms tightly around me in what should have been a heartbreaking farewell.
“Shh… it’s okay, cariño,” he murmured, running his fingers gently through my hair. “It’s just two years in Toronto. I have to take this offer.”
“It’s for our future. We’ll be able to save so much money.”
Playing the Part Perfectly
I buried my face against his chest, my shoulders shaking with what appeared to be uncontrollable sobs. Tears streamed down my face as other travelers glanced at us sympathetically.
“I’m going to miss you so much, Alejandro. Please be careful,” I managed between sobs. “Call me all the time…”
“I promise,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You handle things here. I love you, Sofia.”
I watched as he walked toward the immigration checkpoint with his luggage. Just before disappearing through the gates, he turned and waved one last time.
I waved back, tears still blurring my vision in a convincing display of grief.
But the second he vanished from sight, something changed.
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