Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 12

Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 12

He finally turned to look at me, his eyes holding an expression I couldn’t name.

It was as if he couldn’t comprehend how I could walk away so cleanly.

“You…”

He opened his mouth, as if to say something more, but in the end, all that came out was, “You too.”

I smiled, then turned and walked toward the Uber pickup area by the curb.

“No need to give me a ride.” With my back to him, I gave a small wave. “Let’s just leave it at this.”

I opened the door of a Toyota Camry, got in, and gave the driver the address of my new apartment.

As the car pulled away from the curb, I glanced in the rearview mirror.

Briar was still standing right where I’d left him, holding the papers, looking in my direction.

Soon, his figure shrank and disappeared.

I leaned back against the seat and let out a slow, deep breath.

It was over.

When the Uber stopped in front of my new building, I was dragging my suitcase into the lobby when I ran into my next-door neighbor.

She was a middle-aged woman with a riot of curly hair, juggling two Whole Foods grocery bags. When she saw me, she offered a warm smile.

“You must be new here, sweetheart.”

“Yes. I just moved in today.”

“Living alone?”

“Mm-hmm.”

She gave me a curious glance but didn’t press. She just smiled. “Good for you. Having your own space is a wonderful thing. I envy you young people.”

I smiled back and dragged my suitcase into the elevator.