His face changed.

Before the wedding, I had planned a solo trip to Portugal, and then canceled it, because Logan had promised we would go together after we married.

Now I was going alone, at last, to the place I had given up for a promise he never intended to keep.

“I can drive you to JFK,” he said, desperate.

“Valeria — I bought two tickets to Madrid.

We could fly back to the exact same place, and I swear to you, I would not leave your side, not for a second, not this time.” And I felt a soft, sad smile come to my face, not because I was tempted, but because I understood him completely.