By Lyla Munro
As I pushed through a crowded Frankfurt airport terminal, a glimpse of Antony heading the other way stopped me. We’d had no contact since I left him 20 years ago for James.
I cringed whenever I thought about it; I had been so cruel and weak.
The Gods had the last laugh though. James lived six more years and I was left to stumble through the rest of my life looking for something worth saving.
I held my ground as the crowd tried to move me along, deciding whether to turn around or go forward. I still wonder what was right.
Loved this ending.
Oh, but those 6 years. …? Every decision leads to so many more. Seems impossible to “hold your ground”.
Very true to life story, Lyla. I liked it.