My Boyfriend Traveled to Asia with Friends. Eleven Months Later, I Discovered the Heartbreaking Truth

Trying To Rationalize

As Liz sipped her latte, she pondered the situation. “Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding,” she offered, her tone attempting to soothe. But the worry gnawed at me, relentless. “A misunderstanding?” I repeated, my voice unsteady with disbelief. “How could it possibly be that?” Liz reached across the table and gently squeezed my hand. “We won’t know until we dig deeper,” she said, her words steady and reassuring. Her calm presence felt like a lifeline, anchoring me in a sea of uncertainty.

A Tight Embrace

As we rose to leave, Liz pulled me into a firm, reassuring hug. “We’ll figure this out, okay?” she murmured softly. I nodded, grateful for her steadfast support. Stepping outside, the crisp air hit me, grounding me in the weight of the challenges ahead. “Thanks for being here, Liz,” I said, my voice barely audible. “Always,” she replied, offering one last comforting squeeze before we went our separate ways, both fully aware this was only the beginning.