You Missed the Boat

On the 99th time we fall into a frosty standoff, my girlfriend, Christina Davenport, does something she's never done before—she caves and breaks the silence. But she only does so to give me a way out because she's about to leave on a month-long business trip with her longtime crush, Adrian Blackwell.

This time, I, Jeremiah Kane, don't argue with her. Instead, I make her breakfast and see her off with a smile.

Christina pinches my cheek and smiles at me as if I were a puppy. "You're being such a good boy today. When I get back, I'll say yes to your marriage proposal, okay?"

What she doesn't know, however, is that the people who are truly intending to leave don't make a scene.

A month later, she returns home glowing with happiness, only to find a completely empty apartment.

That's when the panic sets in.

While I was making breakfast, my girlfriend, Christina Davenport, suddenly wrapped her arms around me from behind and rested her head on my back.

"Don't forget to make my breakfast as well," she said softly. "I'm hungry."

Her faint, elegant scent drifted over me, and my heart began pounding uncontrollably.

This was the first time she'd ever backed down first during one of our silent standoffs. But the very next second, she spoke again, her voice muffled.

"I'm leaving on a business trip today. I won't be back for a whole month."

She paused, seeming to hesitate, before finally blurting out, "With Adrian."

I felt like I'd fallen into an icy lake. My hand froze midair, the spatula hovering over the pan.

Lately, nearly every argument we had had was because of Adrian Blackwell, the new assistant she had hired. He was a young man who kept harping about "where there's a will, there's a way", but was actually completely incompetent when it came to doing the actual work.

Christina, however, insisted Adrian was cheerful, outgoing, and hardworking. She took special care of him, more than enough to make me jealous.

Our most recent fight had been because I had collapsed at the office from a sudden cardiac arrest, yet she had chosen to take Adrian out for dinner instead.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. So her fleeting moment of tenderness was nothing more than a transaction.

I nodded.

"Take care of yourself while you're away," I said." Try not to eat too much junk food."

Christina seemed surprised that I hadn't argued with her today. After all, in the past, I'd get visibly jealous just seeing her talking and laughing with Adrian.

She turned my face toward her, stood on her tiptoes, and brushed a quick kiss against my cheek.

"Don't worry, Jeremiah. After this trip, Adrian will be fully trained, and I can let him handle things on his own. Then I'll try to take some time off and spend it with you."

After breakfast, Christina offered to do the dishes. In the past, she'd always complained that the