Fifty-Two Trips Too Late

Summary

From dating to marriage, seven years together, Kevin Fletcher bailed on fifty-two trips with me.

Every single time, he had an excuse. A project deadline. A last-minute business trip. An elderly relative who suddenly wasn't doing well.

And every single time, he promised he'd make it up to me.

I believed him.

Fifty-two times.

Until last month, when I found a travel planner tucked away in his study.

Inside were fifty-two plane tickets to the same city.

And fifty-two photos of him and his so-called childhood friend, Fiona Snow.

Written on the first photo: