Instead of constantly thinking about my sorrows, I decide to head back to my room to finish packing. I really should go out and find Tink to tell her my decision to leave, but I won’t be able to stand the look on her face…. Not right now.
As soon as I open my door, the last person I ever expected to see stands there, making me do a double take and pausing, causing her to look up from my sprawled out suitcase. “So, you’re leaving then?” My mother has one of my folded shirts tucked into her hands, eyes filled with sadness.
I shut the door and close the distance between us, pulling the shirt out of her hands and placing it back in the suitcase, fully aware of her eyes on me. “It’s time for me to go home,” I say softly.
I never got a chance to say goodbye to my mother when I was 16, and n
