Topher barely had anything to pack. Just the night before, he had packed his bags from James’s house and he didn’t even bother take his things out in Leonard’s room. So, aside from the Switch that he had played with and a few dirty clothes, the hotel room was empty of any traces of his stay. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing the window, with his bags by his feet. He had always known that he was bound to leave Mariner’s Bay. In fact, there was a time when he couldn’t wait to get out of there and get back to his “life”. But now that it was finally happening, he couldn’t help but taste a bitterness in his tongue. It was the right choice to leave. It was the smartest. It would lead him back to the road he was supposed to be on. But as he sat there, thinking back to how he used to live

