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*Shelby* I heard the lock click to the main door of the cabana, and I knew that Michael really did leave for New York. I didn't know why I was surprised that he did exactly what he said he needed to. There was a small part of me that thought he might have at least stayed until we had smoothed things over. “Two fights in one day. Great job Shelby," I said to myself as I let myself out of the bathroom. Our room felt extremely empty even though Michael had only been gone a few minutes. I immediately got in bed, pulling the covers all the way up to my chin. After the tears finally stopped, I waited for sleep to come, but it never did. I just laid there alone in bed, watching the fan spin in the middle of the ceiling. I couldn't take it any longer, so I slipped out of bed and marched