Hermelyn stared at the phone, the silence suddenly became lighter. As if the weight was still there, but she wasn’t carrying it alone anymore. She gathered the letters, and placed them neatly on the table.
Outside, the city breathed with lights flickering through the curtains, from her window. And somewhere out there, Aldrich was coming.
Not as a CEO. But as the one person who kissed her from the beach.
Hermelyn leaned back on the sofa, holding the first letter against her chest, whispering a promise to the house she grew up in: “I’m not giving you up"
Hermelyn sat by the small window of her rented apartment, staring at the ten missed calls from the bank. Her fingers trembled slightly. The house she grew up in, the one her grandparents built with calloused hands, laughter, and dreams..
