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We stepped into the suite. The ocean stretched endlessly beyond the glass.
Ethan stood on the balcony.
“I get it now,” he said softly.
“It’s not bad,” I replied.
As the ship pulled away, my phone buzzed.
A message: “This isn’t over. —Margaret.”
I turned off the phone.
This wasn’t an ending.
Just a boundary.
I raised my glass toward Ethan.
“To going where you’re actually welcome.”
We clinked glasses as the shoreline faded behind us.
And for the first time… I felt completely at peace.
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