Weeks passed by and morphed into months. Soon enough, spring announced itself with a fanfare of green and warmer weather. 

Lydia did not go back to see Byron. 

Instead, she worked and studied. She met new people and did her best to move on.

“You are making a mistake,” Ola dared to say. Her heart felt caught in her throat.

 “Sweetheart, please” she pleaded for what felt like the millionth time.

 Lydia packed her bag, stubborn and resolute. 

“Baby, please” Ola reached to grab her arms in the hope of stopping her.

 It was in vain.

“I already made the appointment, Ola” Lydia sighed.

 She turned to meet Ola’s pleading...