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answer to the question that floated in my mind. Derek’s words before he left swarmed my brain.
    My skin flushed, but my mood quickly soured. Time for fun was over. It was time to get back to my life. Derek was a temporary distraction, one I was growing too fond of. The sooner I got away, the quicker I could finally face my truth and heal.
    But I still didn’t book the flight.
    Dropping my phone on the couch, I stood to head to the kitchen. I was obviously having a mental break. The first time I got into Derek’s bed- well couch - I was unstable. It was a mistake. I based my actions off my emotions rather than common sense. The second time was out of curiosity. And my excuse for the third? I shook my head. I had nothing.
    Sleeping around wasn’t me. I didn’t judge others for the behavior, but it made me feel guilty. Maybe because I was the type who liked to stick to myself. I only had a few friends, and I took any relationship I got into- no matter the type- very seriously. Except with Derek. Despite this, I knew the reason I didn’t book my flight was because I wanted to make that guilt-inducing mistake one last time.
    One last time. One more night with that filthy mouth I was starting to enjoy, and that sparkling smile. A final farewell to the beast.
    Call it one for the road. After I got to the airport, I would never have to look at those hypnotic ocean-blue eyes again. It would be a distant memory.
    I finally booked the first morning flight. I’d be out without Derek even noticing.
    A lot of heaviness had fallen over my life. I was on some kind of suicide mission/pity party/solo honeymoon- why not amp up the miserable-level to a thousand percent by abandoning my morals for a night of unforgettable hedonism?
    Although the kitchen was cleaned earlier, I re-wiped the surfaces once more, searching for any rogue crumbs or spots I missed. A small smile curved my lips once I finished; as expected, I didn’t miss a single spot. A least one thing in my life was perfect.
    I started opening doors on the first level of the cabin until I found the vacuum cleaner. I plugged it in and walked over to the couch, shaking my head once I lifted a cushion. The thing was filthy. I bet it hadn’t been cleaned since it was purchased.
    I sucked up the crumbs on the couch before moving to the various area rugs throughout the house.
    On my way upstairs with the vacuum, I tripped up a step. I laughed out loud and then turned around as if someone were with me to share the moment. And then I remembered that I was alone, and it was probably because I usually didn’t find much humor in moments like that.
    Normal Shae would have recovered with grace as if nothing ever happened, scowling in the direction of anyone who chose to laugh. But normal Shae was on hiatus as my descent into madness slowly continued.
    The person I was supposed to share my laughter with was currently doing so with another- probably because sharing laughter was never a part of our relationship.
    An image flashed in my mind of the two of them entering the cabin for the first time, walking out to view the gorgeous lake only to see my dead, floating corpse- ruining their trip.
    I wondered if they would’ve felt guilty. I wondered if it would’ve affected them at all- they obviously didn’t share too much concern for me.
    Luckily for them, a complete stranger was concerned enough to stop me from making that mistake.
    My eyes widened in delight when I found a fresh patch of dirt in the upstairs guest bathroom. The shower was clean, but there was a faded line of grime along the edges- nothing a little elbow grease wouldn’t get out.
    By the time I finished, I was certain it was cleaner than when it was brand new. I wiped the water spots from the mirror, scrubbed the already clean toilet, shook out the floor mat, and wiped the sink.
    But I didn’t feel my usual burst of pleasure at my immaculate work. I coiled the cord back around the vacuum. If cleaning wasn’t enough to

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