Suddenly, I smiled.
Sarah was right.
How could I take a man I met at a bar seriously?
We were all adults, and I should let it go.
Besides, I dated Luke, a young rich man, and I didn't lose anything.
After we separated at the airport, I spent a month at the beach.
It was ten o'clock in the evening when I arrived at my home.
As soon as I got out of the taxi, my neighbor anxiously pulled me aside.
He asked me if I had had a fight with Luke.
He said that during the time I was away, Luke would often squat at my door when he was drunk in the middle of the night, causing many other neighbors to complain every day.
I felt a little dizzy from my neighbor's words.
I suddenly remembered that before going to the airport that day, I changed the door password and deleted Luke's fingerprint.
During the month I was away, I turned off my cell phone and never turned it on.
I had been abroad for many years and didn't have many domestic friends.
So I would occasionally use my new number to call my parents and to chat with my best friend, Amy.
But I didn't expect Luke to do this.
My phone suddenly rang. It was Amy calling.
After talking to my neighbor, I headed straight for the bar carrying my suitcase.