34. Chapter 34
Chapter 34
BECKY
T he day after I landed, the sun was shining brightly, and a fresh breeze caressed my face as I stepped out of my apartment. I took a deep breath and mustered up a smile. This was the start of a new chapter in my life, and I was determined to make it the best one yet, even if my heart still ached immeasurably over the loss of Weston. In the light of day, I wholeheartedly regretted refusing him at the airport, but it was for the best.
I had planned Operation “Real Becky” all last night, and now it was time to set it in motion. The first step was to book several sessions with my sister’s therapist. I knew I needed to work through my past traumas and let go of the pain and hurt that had been weighing me down for so long. Not to mention my present heartache. That definitely required a professional. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw Weston’s face, heard his voice, and felt the warmth of his presence. I missed him, missed him so much.
If I was honest, I hoped that maybe this journey of healing would lead me back to him. That by some miracle he hadn’t given up on me. But I had yet to hear from him. So, for now, all I could do was focus on the things I could fix.
Next, I began gathering the funds to pay off my debt. The money I’d earned from cooking for Weston was a good start. I also planned to meet with a debt counselor. My court hearing was scheduled for four weeks from now, and I planned to raise as much of the funds as I could before then.
As I went about my day, a sense of liberation surrounded me. I was taking control of my life, and it felt amazing. With each step I took, I could feel my confidence growing.
By the time the sun set, I had accomplished more than I ever thought possible in just one day. I was proud of myself for taking the first steps toward my new life.
Amidst the triumph, though, a soft melancholy trickled through my heart. The day’s victories were sweet, yet they could have been even sweeter if shared. I longed for Weston, his calm, steadying presence beside me. But with a sigh, I surrendered my yearning to God, instead of wandering into the comforting aisles of my favorite store or seeking approval from my social media accounts as I’d done before.