Gone for Good
My fists clenched by reflex.
Benson's face darkened immediately. "I understand. Leave this to me, Professor Baldwin. I'll make sure everything is handled. For now, your only job is to rest."
I nodded, a sense of warmth blooming in my chest. "Thank you, sir."
...
A week later, the agency arranged for me to return home to process the divorce paperwork.
The moment I stepped out of the airport, I spotted my parents in the crowd searching anxiously, scanning every face with worry and regret written across their own.