I spent the morning answering thousands of similar questions for the thousandth time. But the second everybody got to know everything, the first congratulated and let me continue packing. Ara even came up to help me with the packing and confronted me about Nolan. Guilt seeped in again.
“As his mother, I feel bad for him. As your mother figure, I’m happy you did what you felt was right. And I trust you.” She smiled at me, zipping up the last of my bags. It was 5 in the evening and I hadn’t really eaten much the entire day.
“Thank you Ara. I’ll always remember you and be grateful that I got a place here.”
“You better,” She stroked my cheeks again. “Anyways, I think you are all done.” She added, looking around.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I just need to put my visa and passport in my handbag befor
