Half a year later, Julian no longer appeared in my life.
At first, I wasn't used to it.
My phone had gone quiet. In the middle of the night, I would catch myself opening my contacts, checking to see if I had missed something.
But eventually, I learned that letting go of someone doesn't mean you never think about them. It means that when you do, you no longer expect anything from them.
The apartment back home was sold.
My share of the money was transferred to my father's account, and he passed it on to me.
I refused it.
My father asked, "It's yours. Why won't you take it?"
"I don't want his compensation."
"It's your share of the property. Not compensation."
"But if I take it, it feels like this relationship can be settled with money."
A long silence on the other end.
My father s
