SYDNEY

The steam curled around me in thick, lazy ribbons as I stepped out of the bathtub, my skin flushed in a deep, rosy pink from the heat. I swiftly grabbed my plush white cotton robe and slid into it, the fabric feeling like a cool caress against my damp shoulders.

As I stood there, humming a mindless pop song I’d heard on the radio, I caught my reflection in the full length mirror by the wall.

Today was my wedding anniversary. Five years.

A “milestone,” as my mother would call it. But as usual, Cole was nowhere to be found. He was currently thirty thousand feet in the air...