After finalizing my resignation two hours later, I stood at the train station with my suitcase. While I waited for my train, my phone buzzed incessantly with calls from Verity. I ignored them, setting my phone to silence.
Just before boarding, I sent Verity a message: [Let’s break up.]
After hitting send, I removed the SIM card and tossed it into the trash.
Hours had slipped by. I arrived at my hometown station close to midnight and spotted my father, who had been waiting for a long time, waving at me with joy.
Seeing his graying temples and the smile on his face brought a tear to my eye.
“Dad,” I said, my voice thick with emotion, “I’m coming back this time to stay for good. I want to be with you and Mom for the rest of my life.”
He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Foolish child, whether you stay with us or not, you will always be our greatest pride.”
My father sensed my gloomy mood but decided not to press further since I hadn’t spoken.
After a refreshing shower and a meal of my parents’ home-cooked favorites, I settled into bed at ten o’clock. I opened my music app, hoping to find some soothing melodies to help me drift off to sleep.