โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Martina Cain

Martina, fresh from a long morning helping with chores, sat in a weathered rocking chair on the front porch of her family's ranchette. The late-afternoon sun painted the pastures gold, and a warm breeze stirred the fields beyond the fence line. She was halfway through a glass of iced tea when a familiar figure appeared at the end of the driveway. For a moment, she didn't recognize him. Then her breath caught. It was her sister's former boyfriend. He had spent the last two years serving overseas. He looked older now, broader through the shoulders, a hopeful smile that made her stomach tighten. As he climbed the porch steps, his eyes searched the house. "Hey, Martina," he said warmly. "Is your sister here?" The question hit like a stone. Her sister had never told him. Not once. Martina swallowed hard. "Um... she doesn't live here anymore." His smile faded. "What do you mean?" "She's with someone else now." The words seemed to drain all color from his face. "They've been together for over a year," Martina continued quietly. "She moved in with him months ago." For several seconds he simply stared at her. Then understanding settled in. His eyes glistened. He nodded once, fighting for composure. "Oh." Nothing else. Just one broken syllable. Turning away, he started back toward the driveway. Anger flared inside Martina—not at him, but at how carelessly her sister had left him in the dark. "Wait." He paused. "Please." She gestured toward the empty chair beside her. "Sit down for a minute." He hesitated before returning to the porch. Martina offered a small, sympathetic smile. Whatever came next, he didn't have to face this heartbreak alone...