When the plane took off, I leaned against the window and looked down.

The city shrank in my field of vision, smaller and smaller, until it was nothing but a dot on a map.

My phone buzzed once in my pocket. A message from Kirsten.

Just two words.

"Safe travels."

I didn't reply. I tapped her profile picture.

And blocked her.

In this life, I would never be anyone's stand-in again.

I was going to live for myself.