Heart Dead, Ready to Leave, Cold-War Boyfriend Says Marry

Three years after our breakup, out of nowhere, a message from Alden Mason lit up my phone:

"Letitia Swanson, it's been three years. Time to let it go. I'm flying home tonight—come pick me up, bring your parents, and we'll settle a date to get the marriage license."

"For the wedding, how about Penny Isle, the place you always wanted to go... Honestly, though, if you ask me, there's really no need to travel that far..."

I stared at the messages piling up one after another, and slowly typed out a single question mark.

"?"

"Didn't we break up three years ago?"