Todos los capítulos de The Sea Breeze Hasn't Reached Me, But I Don't Want to Go: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“Lily, what are you staring at?”My older brother, Ryan, called impatiently from the doorway.He leaned against the doorframe with one hand.“Chloe isn’t in good health. She can’t be exposed to too much wind on this beach trip.“I couldn’t find the white windbreaker in your suitcase. Where did you put it?”I stood there, staring at his matter-of-fact expression.I’d saved up a month’s worth of living expenses to buy that jacket.“It’s in the inner compartment,” I answered softly.Ryan nodded and turned to leave.Halfway down the hall, he stopped.“We’ll be gone for a few days, so clean the whole house while we’re away.“Especially Chloe’s room. She’s allergic to dust.”He made no effort to hide his annoyance.It was as if I weren’t his sister but the free maid of the house.Mom, Rachel, walked out of the bedroom with Chloe’s sun hat in her hand.“Your brother is right, Lily.“Your college entrance exam scores were nothing special anyway. It’s not like you have anything

For the next few days, the house was eerily quiet.I got up on time every morning, did the housework, and studied my foreign-language materials.Now and then, they would send a few pictures to the family group chat.Not once did anyone ask how I was doing at home.It wasn’t until the fourth night of their trip that my phone suddenly rang.It was Callum.I stared at his name flashing across the screen before finally answering.“Hello?”There was a lot of noise on the other end, along with the sound of crashing waves.Callum sounded slightly irritated.“Lily, did you leave that red braided bracelet in the inner compartment of your blue suitcase?”I froze.Eight years ago, when Callum had left the country after visiting his relatives, he’d braided that bracelet for me himself.A tiny silver charm hung from it.I’d worn it every day since.I’d only taken it off for this trip because I was worried the seawater would damage it, then tucked it into the most hidden compartment o

At eight that evening, the front door of the Hayes family home swung open.Ryan walked in first, pushing two large suitcases.“Finally home. I’m exhausted.”He tossed the suitcases by the entryway and slipped on his house shoes.Mom and Dad followed, helping Chloe inside.Callum came in last, carrying several shopping bags.“Lily!”Ryan called out.“Where are you? Come pour some water. Chloe’s thirsty.”The house was eerily quiet.No one answered.Mom frowned.“Where did that girl run off to this time?“Didn’t we tell her to go to Ravenport and rent an apartment ahead of us? Why hasn’t she even sent us a message?”Chloe sank onto the couch, looking pale.“Mom, is Lily mad at me?“Because I lost her bracelet…“If she’s really angry, I’ll buy her another one tomorrow to make it up to her.”Dad patted her shoulder.“Don’t worry about her. She’s always been stubborn, just like her grandmother.“When she runs out of money in a few days, she’ll come crawling back and apol

Over the next few days, the Whitmore family was plunged into an unprecedented gloom.Rachel spent night after night unable to sleep, often finding herself standing unconsciously in the empty storage room that had once been Lily’s bedroom.Ryan stopped mentioning anything about me renting a place in Ravenport.Callum, meanwhile, seemed to be going crazy. He used every connection he had to track down the flight records from the past few days.But he found nothing.I had left too decisively, cutting off every possible trail they could use to track me down.“This won’t do. I’m going to the countryside and ask the neighbors.”David finally couldn’t sit still any longer.“Getting all the paperwork done to study abroad is complicated. Someone must have helped her.”That weekend, the entire family, along with Callum, drove back to the countryside.It was the first time in three years that any of them had set foot in the place where I had spent fifteen years of my life.The crumbling

Three years later, winter in Westbridge City was bitterly cold, with heavy snow blanketing the city.I sat by the laboratory window, staring at the endless stretch of white outside while holding a cup of hot coffee.The past three years had been good to me.I had received a full scholarship, worked on my advisor’s core research project, and even published two papers in prestigious academic journals.I was no longer the Lily Whitmore who had once lived cautiously in a cramped storage room, constantly watching everyone else's moods.I was now my advisor’s star student, the academic prodigy everyone in my program knew could handle anything.My phone buzzed.A text had come from an unknown number back home.“Lily, it’s snowing in Ravenport. When are you coming back?”It was already the nine-hundred-and-ninety-ninth message like this I had received that month.I didn’t need to guess who it was.Callum.Somehow, over the past three years, he had gotten hold of my new number.Eve