I carefully packed them into my bag and took a taxi home to pack my things.
My parents used to say that after death, one should return to their roots. I needed to take a train back to our hometown to arrange their funerals.
I packed a few things and opened the door, only to see Zackary and Carrie step out of the elevator, laughing and chatting.
Zackary's smile froze, and he frowned. "Are you running away from home?"
I didn't say a word and tried to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.
He said, "Just because the wedding didn't happen, you're making a fuss about breaking up and running away from home, aren't you?"
His casual tone infuriated me, and just as I was about to lash out, Carrie interrupted with a sarcastic tone, "Norma, let me explain. I've been sick these past few days, and Zackary took care of me, which disrupted your wedding plans. I'm really sorry."
Carrie affectionately hugged Zackary's arm and leaned her head on his shoulder.
They looked like a close couple.
"There's no need to explain," I said. "Zackary and I have already broken up. From now on, even if you two are together 24/7, it has nothing to do with me."