“Props to you for being so cool about the closure trip,” he said casually.
I blinked. “The what?”
He smiled. “You know… Cancún with Miranda. His ex. That kind of maturity? Impressive.”
My heart dropped.
Not the mountains. Not the guys. He was in Cancún—with her.
The Call That Changed Everything
I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I called someone I hadn’t spoken to in years: Liam.
We dated in college—once thought we’d get married—but life had other plans. We’d stayed in touch, loosely. He still sent birthday texts. And somehow, when I explained what had happened, he didn’t hesitate.
“You still like margaritas?” I asked.
He laughed. “Book the flight. I’ll meet you at the airport.”
The Airport Scene I’ll Never Forget
Tuesday morning, I arrived at the terminal in a white sundress and sunglasses. Jared and Miranda were there—laughing like they’d never broken up. I walked up.
“Jared!” I called out.
His smile disappeared. “Tessa? What are you doing here?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to Liam, who had just walked up beside me.
“Ready, babe?” I said, kissing his cheek.
Jared’s eyes darted. “Is this a joke?”
I smiled. “Not at all. You’re doing a closure trip, right? So are we.”
Liam added, “Closure is important. We’re really leaning into the healing process.”
And with that, we walked past them, hand in hand, toward our gate.
Cabo Was More Than a Plot Twist
What started as a dramatic detour became something else entirely.
Between the ocean breeze and long conversations, Liam and I found something we didn’t expect: the love had never really left. It had just been waiting.
One week became two. He moved to my city. Six months later, he proposed with his grandmother’s ring, and I said yes—with certainty this time.
We got married that spring. It was simple. Joyful. Right.
The Final Word
Three months after Cabo, Jared emailed me.
“Guess your closure worked.”
Yes. It did.
Better than he’ll ever know.