There, Lucian, usually so composed, had unleashed a flurry of messages, revealing a rare impatience.
[What’s with the key and note?]
[Did you really forget my birthday? Is ignoring my calls and texts your idea of fun?]
[Savannah, I’m giving you one hour to return here, or don’t bother coming back at all.]
I noted that the last message had been sent three hours earlier.
A wave of relief surged through me as I deleted Lucian’s contact from my phone.
Just then, a gentle knock echoed at the door, and my mother stepped in. Her warm smile brightened the room as she cradled a steaming cup of milk.
“Savannah, you know how sensitive your stomach is. Drink this while it’s still warm,” she urged, her voice soothing.
Even though I had arrived unannounced the night before, dragging my luggage behind me, my parents didn’t press for details; they simply embraced me with their unwavering care.
I wrapped my arms around my mother’s arm, feeling a sting in my nose as emotions threatened to spill over.
Mom,” I began, a hint of excitement in my voice, “I found an apartment I really like. It’s small but just enough to keep me cozy.”