The Simple Message
Among all those buzzing texts, one stood out. It said, ‘Please come home.’ But that just wasn’t where I belonged anymore.
That house had lost its meaning of home long ago. Taking a deep breath, I dialed Marie’s number, the lawyer who had become my lifeline.
‘Time to sort the final transfer,’ I told her. They might hope and plead, but this decision was mine, and it was firmly locked in place.