Amethyst’s POV
"Are you absolutely certain that you don't want to stay for a few more days?" Devon asked, his tone laced with concern as I continued to pack my belongings into my suitcase.
I had plans to return to New York by tomorrow, with my flight scheduled for the afternoon.
As I had anticipated, Devon had been persistently suggesting that I extend my stay.
"No, Devon. I have a sister to take care of and a mountain of work waiting for me," I replied, continuing to organize my things in my luggage.
"What if you end up suffering from severe insomnia again while you're back in New York?" he countered.
"I have a full bag of your clothes and even your perfume packed in there, which I believe will last me anywhere from a few months to a year. I think I will manage just fine this time,"
