Chapter One
From the opening pages
Some goodbyes happen all at once. A door closes, a car pulls away, a phone call ends, and that is that. This was not one of those. This goodbye took two extra years — two years of still sharing a house, still answering the phone with the right casual tone, still attending the same family occasions, all the while knowing, in the part of yourself you could no longer silence, that the thing we had built was already over.
I have called this book The Long Way to Tobago because that was the shape of it: a destination we had once planned to reach together, a trip that kept being postponed, then reimagined, then quietly abandoned, long before either of us said the words out loud.
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