The Dare That Ended Us
At that moment, the boarding announcement echoed through the airport.
Clara’s voice trembled with uncontrollable panic.
“You’re going on a business trip, right?”
Watching the hurried travelers weave past, my heart felt unusually calm.
“I’m going to the Everton branch.”
“How long?”
“Three years.”
Clara paused, then spoke, her tone careful, almost fragile.
“Three years… three years isn’t very long… Travel is so convenient now, I can come see you, and I can wait…”