Rondon time was seven hours behind Somera.When I landed, it was 2 p.m. local time.No one came to pick me up, and no one knew where I was.I stayed in a hotel near the airport for one night. The next day, I went to register at the college. After that, I rented a small apartment near campus.The apartment was not big, but it faced south.There was sunlight.I took out the broken crystal pieces my grandmother had left me and placed them one by one on the windowsill.Sunlight fell on them. The cracks were clearly visible, and they reminded me of my broken heart.However, I would not cry anymore.The day I left the hospital, I had already decided that I would not shed another tear for Cameron ever again.After I settled down, I registered a new phone number and new social media accounts.The old ones, along with the SIM card, were left in the airport trash bin.I did not tell anyone my new contact information—not the Sinclair family, not Cameron, and not those so-called relati
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