- 18.
The next morning, I packed my bags and
knocked on Mrs. Miller’s door.
I pressed a bank card into her hand. “Thank
you for everything you’ve done for me over
the years.”
“This is the money I’ve saved. Please accept
it as a token of my gratitude for raising me.”
Mrs. Miller hesitated, trying to push the card
back. “Sarah, I can’t…”
“Take it,” I said, picking up my suitcase. “|
need to get back to school. Goodbye.”
I left the Miller house without looking back,
feeling no regret.
The line at the ticket counter was long. When
I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.
Where was I supposed to go?
I couldn’t sleep on the streets.
Just as I was starting to panic, Ethan
appeared, carrying several bags.
“Sarah!”
His face lit up with a surprised smile as he
hurried over.
I was taken aback. “Ethan! What a
coincidence! You’re from Millerton too?”
“Yeah. What are you…?” He trailed off, then his eyes widened. “Don’t tell me you have. nowhere to go?”
Ethan’s voice was filled with concern. “Why
don’t you spend the holidays with my family?”
I hesitated. “Oh, I couldn’t impose…”
“Nonsense,” he said with a grin. “It’s just me
and my grandma. It’s pretty quiet. You’d liven
things up.”
“Besides, I don’t like the idea of you being all
alone during the holidays.”
He paused, then added, “Please, Sarah. Just
keep my poor grandma company. She gets so
bored by herself.”
His pleading expression made me laugh.
Unable to refuse, I finally agreed.
