A Breakup to End All Breakups
Three months later, when I passed the probation period, my parents were so proud that they cooked a huge celebratory dinner at home.
"I knew my son could do it!" my father beamed.
After all, passing the trial period at their firm wasn't easy.
Just as my mother was bringing the last dish to the table, the doorbell rang. I didn't think much of it and went to open the door, only to see someone I hadn't laid eyes on in three months—Rachel.
"Liam..." she whispered.
She looked thinner, her hair was messy, and she was completely unkempt, nothing like the polished version of her back in Westerbay. Even her voice sounded hoarse.