Burned out from work and playing therapist to my heartbroken sister, I bought a random plane ticket to Mexico, hoping to escape. But when I boarded the flight, I locked eyes with the one man I never wanted to see again: her ex-husband, Dean. After a grueling shift, I stumbled home, exhausted. Jolene, my sister, had been living with me since Dean left her without explanation. She’d barely slept or eaten, lost in a whirlwind of sadness. I had done all I could, but I was running on fumes. I couldn’t keep this up any longer. So,
I packed a bag and decided to disappear for a while. I bought a ticket to Cancún, no plan, just a need for escape. But as soon as I boarded the plane, I saw him. Dean. The man who had broken my sister’s heart. Once in Cancún, things went from bad to worse. A man posing as a taxi driver stole my suitcase, passport, and money. In that moment, I felt utterly helpless—until Dean appeared. He took charge, helping me report the theft to the police. Too tired to argue,