The shelter had taken some getting used to as I was not prepared for the sight I was forced to endure. Women who had lost everything were surrounding me as their stories were exchanged as I met each of them. However, none had allowed me the same comfort as Jack, but he was a part of the past now.
Or so I thought.
As I sat at the breakfast table, I could hear the sound of a familiar accent be welcomed by the elderly woman named Patricia, who had taken pity on me. As he crossed the threshold into the kitchen, he looked at me with surprise before making his way around the room to check everyone's well being.
"Well...I am glad to know you're being taken care of." He spoke with a smile before sitting across from me. "But a proper goodbye would have been preferred."
"I'm not good at those…
