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hasn’t worn his regularly for a few months. He said
it was irritating his skin- he thinks he’s allergic to it or something,” I
said. As the words came out of my mouth, I realized that I’d never noticed any
rash or irritation on his hands.
    My face must have changed, because Megan looked concerned.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
    I shook my head. “Nothing. Hey, I’m going to turn my phone
back on, okay? I want to check in with my mom and make sure the kids are okay.”
    I went out to the balcony and turned my phone on. While I
waited for it to boot up, I looked out over the rooftops of Paris and sighed. I
was supposed to be coming here to escape, but it seemed that everywhere were
little reminders of my old life.
    My phone vibrated, indicating I had new messages. I picked
it up and almost dropped it again right away when I saw the number of messages
I had- thirty texts, five voicemails, and dozens of missed calls. Had something
happened to Henry and Olivia at my parents’ place? Without even checked the
content of the messages, I called my mom straight away.
    She answered on the third ring. “Hello? Julia, is that you?”
    “Is everything okay?” I asked frantically.
    “Of course,” my mom replied calmly. “What’s wrong? Did you
get my text? I let you know this morning that the kids had a great night last
night and are excited to be here. We’re just sitting down to lunch now. Say hi,
kids!” In the background, I could hear a chorus of ‘Hi, mommy’ from Henry and
Olivia.
    “You didn’t call me a bunch of times and leave some
voicemails?” I asked her.
    “No, why?”
    “Oh...no reason.” I chatted with her briefly, and then said
a quick hello to Henry and Olivia, before hanging up before I could go in to my
messages and look at them. If it wasn’t the kids, then it had to be...
    Bradley. Bradley. Bradley. Every missed call, voicemail, and
text- save the one from my mother letting me know the kids were doing great-
was from Bradley. I listened to one voicemail and heard a stream of profanity
directed at me. Somewhere in there I heard him mention “wifi password”.
    Ashley stuck her head out the balcony door that led to the
other room. “Who’s yelling at you?” she asked. “Sounds pissed.”
    “Bradley,” I said.
    “What’s he so mad about? Begging you to come home and says
he’s learned his lesson?”
    “No,” I said, scrolling through the texts to see if they
were all along the same lines. They were. “Before I left, I changed the wifi
password.”
    Ashley’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”
    I nodded.
    “Wow,” she said. “Good for you, Julia! Honestly, I didn’t
think you had it in you. First the wifi password, then the credit card...maybe
you’re learning how to get even.”
    “I think I am,” I said. I stood up and went back in to my
room. In one quick motion, I took off my wedding ring and tucked it inside my
jewelry case.

Chapter Eight
    “H ow do you say ‘Cheers’ in French?” Megan asked
the handsome waiter who brought us our drinks.
    “In French, we say ‘ to health !’” he replied. “So you
would say, Santé !”
    The four of us clinked glasses together and chorused,
“Santé!”
    Ashley had the grace to wait until he was out of earshot
before she said, “That’s boring. You should have asked him how to say ‘Here’s
to a wild and crazy night!’”
    “I’m starting to get kind of scared what you’re planning,”
joked Becca. “We all know I’m not a very wild and crazy person.”
    “You can cut loose,” urged Ashley. “We all can.” She took a
huge sip of wine. “We eat here and have a few drinks, then leave in search of a
good time. I may not have danced on a table for a few years now, but I still
have the moves in me.”
    “I don’t know about on a table, but I’m looking forward to
just doing some regular, floor dancing,” I admitted. “I can’t remember the last
time I did that. Not in years.”
    “Well, we’re all going