At 67, I Took My First Trip to Malta and Chose to Say “Yes” to Everything – I Never Imagined I’d Find Love Again

them.

At the airport, I found David sitting near the check-in desks.

He did not approach.

A small paper bag rested beside him.

When I walked closer, he stood.

“I brought your book,” he said.

I had left it at the restaurant.

“Thank you.”

He handed it to me.

No flowers.

No speech.

No demand for forgiveness.

“Clara said I should let you go.”

“She’s sensible.”

“Painfully.continue reading …