Can you mend my broken heart?

Every airport layover, she made a pilgrimage to that Starbucks—hoping, aching, to see him just once more. Lost in memory, she stumbled, sending a stranger’s coffee flying. The familiar curse made her heart stop. Looking up, she saw Raymond’s face, the man who promised forever. “I knew you’d come back,” she whispered, reaching for a kiss. He blocked her, confusion in his eyes. “Miss, you have the wrong person.” She showed her engagement ring. He stared, then spoke gently: “I’m sorry. I’m already married.” And he walked away, leaving her alone with a ghost.