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Darren said, “Come back and we’ll talk this out.”

“No. You broke my heart, what are you going to say to even try to fix it? There’s nothing you can say, I—”

“I want a divorce.”

I hung up the phone.

I stared at it for a long time, from my pile of camping equipment and gear, staring at a stranger’s phone in a junky motel room.

I hadn’t been wrong, my life was blown apart like a bomb.

Boom.

I texted him:

I want Jess’s number.

A few moments later he responded with:

Let’s talk first

I responded:

No, we need to talk in person

I’m literally alone in the woods

with none of my contacts

I don’t have my friend’s phone number

give me Jess’s phone number

He sent me her phone number.

* * *

I sent a text to Jess: It’s me, Blakely, I had to get a new phone because mine is dead. That’s why no one could get in touch with me.

There were the three dots as she typed.

Jess:

Oh my god! I was so worried Blakely!

So worried!

I’m glad you’re okay.

What are you doing there?

The cabin host said you never showed up

What is going on?

Me:

I’m just...

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