Ardal
I stand on my tiptoes, my hands trembling, and yank my suitcase off the closet shelf.
Jack will arrive any moment, and here I am, damn it, in a last-minute scramble!
The last couple of days have gone by at breakneck speed. With the school year’s conclusion, Erbao’s last round of dialysis complete, and a seemingly never-ending to-do list sharpied off, we’re ready to start a new chapter.
Well, almost.
In my fury to get everything else done, I neglected the most obvious task of all - packing my dang bag!
I hurl the suitcase onto my bed with a loud thump and tear around the room, frantically searching for what I need to bring, but I’m so flustered, I can barely think straight. My mind in chaos, I just start shoving and cramming as much as I can fit, filling every
