Ten Years of a Misplaced Heart

Late that night, Jacob's overseas call came as expected.

The moment I picked up, his furious roar blasted through, slamming against my eardrums like bullets. "Lindsay says you didn't pick her up. She had to take a cab home herself, and you didn't even make her dinner. She tried to order takeout, and you complained that she spends too much.

"Is this how you treat my sister when I'm not home, Ingrid? If you don't fix your attitude, I'll need to reconsider our relationship!"

I made a noncommittal sound when I heard that. "Let's meet when you're back in the country, then. We can sort this out face-to-face."

My unexpected response made Jacob go quiet for a moment. Then, he sneered. "What's there to sort out? That wedding plan again? If you've got that much free time, maybe invest in yourself more.

"You're always thinking about getting married—don't you feel embarrassed? I'll be back the day after tomorrow. If you want to convince me, let's see how you perform."

He softened his tone, but his words were clearly perfunctory.

He'd probably forgotten that in our first year together, he'd sworn he would give me the grandest wedding after getting his PhD.

I waited seven years, and he finally did it. So, I threw myself into comparing wedding planners, feeling thrilled.

The first year, I brought Jacob a carefully chosen plan. He'd looked somewhat guilty while telling me that he was too busy with his academia and that he wasn't in the headspace for a wedding.

The following year, his busiest stretch finally ended, and he'd agreed to try on wedding dresses with me. However, I waited for him in one for 24 hours, only to get a text that he'd overslept.

This was the third year, and I'd canceled the wedding plans.

I took a deep breath and started, "Jacob, it's not about the wed—"

Before I could finish, a young woman's startled squeal sounded on his end. He hung up without another word.

I stared at my phone but didn't call him back.

…

Soon, it was the day Jacob returned to the country. He'd texted ahead, telling me to pick him up, but I ignored him. Then, he called, saying he was only free the day he landed. He'd be back in the lab the next day and wouldn't be around for the next few days.

To ensure the conversation went smoothly, I went to the airport anyway. Traffic was bad, so it was already 11:00 pm by the time I arrived.

The lights shone brightly outside the airport.

Through the glass, I saw Josie resting her forehead against Jacob's broad back, shaking her head side to side like she was being cute.

I blared the horn, and the pair of lovebirds scattered like spooked birds.

Jacob saw my face and strode over, slapping the window hard. "Didn't I tell you to be here at 7:00 pm? Do you see what time it is now?"

I lowered the window a crack and saw how pale his face was from the cold. I said coolly, "There was traffic."

He seethed, ready to say more. I beat him to it. "If you don't get in the car soon, your precious junior is going to freeze her brains out."

Jacob paused. Putting the fight aside, he yanked open the back door and ushered Josie in first. Then, he looked at me, wordlessly urging me to get out and grab the luggage.

I ignored his look and focused on my phone, replying to a colleague.

In the car, Josie studied me through the rearview mirror. I calmly met her gaze. My eyes landed on the scarf around her neck—it was familiar.

It was Jacob's scarf. He wore it every winter.

Last Christmas, he'd finally agreed to watch a movie with me. When we came out, the wind cut right through me, making me shiver.

A guy next to us looped his own scarf around his girlfriend and ordered her not to take it off. I was envious of them and nudged Jacob to hint at him.

He immediately frowned and told me to forget it. "I don't like sharing scarves with other people."

Yet, his scarf was now snugly wrapped around Josie's neck. It turned out it wasn't that he didn't like sharing—he just didn't like sharing with me.

Josie noticed my gaze and smiled shyly. She said cutely, "It was too cold while we were waiting for you, so Jacob gave me his scarf. Please don't misunderstand, Ingrid."

I smiled, too. "A scarf isn't worth fussing over. Honestly, the issue is that Jacob doesn't know how to treat others right. It's so cold outside that he should've taken a cab with you instead of waiting for me. What good is saving a few bucks on the fare? The doctor's bill would've cost more if you'd caught a cold. Don't you agree, Ms. Beech?"

Josie's smile faded and vanished.