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At first, we called regularly.

Eventually, even birthday messages stopped.

Nobody argued.

Life just got busy.

By my 55th birthday, I hadn’t seen any of them in decades.

That morning, I found our old map while cleaning a closet.

Our names were still written along the bottom.

I sat on the floor for a long time.

I’d had a good life, but something about that map bothered me.

We’d spent 42 years saying we’d take that trip someday.