A short short story

Laura couldn't stop re-reading the note Sandra left on the table just before she took off.

Don't try to look for me, I'm leaving with Tom. We're going away to a place where they'll be no blockage from doing what we want and no heartbreaks from losing what we wanted. I love you.

Sandra.

"we're going to be okay Laura" her husband said to her as she collapsed to the floor and cried in his arms.