He Banished Me to the Desert

Summary

Stepping out of the terminal after a brutal five-year stint out of state, my chest hummed with a foolish kind of hope. I thought Christopher would finally drop to one knee and keep the promise he made before I left.

Instead, he stood by the baggage claim with his hands in his pockets. His face was a mask of absolute indifference.

"Margo. I'm sorry."

Before the shock could even register, he kept talking.

"That transfer order. I was the one who pulled the strings."

"I deliberately shipped you off to that godforsaken mining project in the Mojave.