Rachel's brows raised. "Oh? I did not expect it to be too soon.” She took slow steps to her drawer and opened it. At least, the letter she left was not yet touched. Then, she turned back to Monica.
“The drawer is private; I will clear it myself.” She muttered and Monica nodded.
Rachel stared at her luggage and realized that it was not big. She had not spent much on buying her clothes and shoes. Most of the clothes in her bags were the ones Elara had given her or Bryce had bought for her— if he was in his romantic mood, or had a program that the both of them had to attend.
As Rachel pulls out the letter her father had given, she could not help but feel a sense of unease. The paper was old and crusty, the ink was already faint.
She squinted before she could see her mother's handwriti
