Chapter 6

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It's been two months and he called.
"Your gonna be at the airport tomorrow?
" Yeah." I say while I am am putting my glass of vodka down. It's not the same without her. I'm done with life, I think while I hang up on him and grabbed my purse, keys and my phone. I text Mark.
" I'm sorry goodbye!"
I get in the car and I back out of the driveway. I get about a mile down the road and I hear "ding,ding,ding" my seatbelt isn't on and I didn't want it to be anyway. I eyes start to go blurry, and I start drifting into the other lane. Nobody's on the road for a little bit, I see a photo of my kids. I start to hear honking and I look up it's to late...

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