Novel & Cerita Nearly Departed Book

I give the word to set out, and we step forward into the beyond. *** That is the end of this book. It is only the beginning for Sarah, Aiden and their Pack

The part that still believed we weren’t done. ••••••••• We're nearing the end of this book 🥺

When Wendy Chance's father, Josiah, was rendered speechless, I was the only one he wanted to go to speech therapy with. Every time Wendy and I wanted to go out, Josiah would clutch the corner of my shirt. Once again, Wendy would stuff an unused train ticket in my hand and pat my shoulder apologetically. "Treat my dad well, and I'll make it up to you on another trip. Evan can accompany me on this business trip instead. Don’t overthink this." Evan Striker was the secretary she claimed knew his place. I had collected 27 unused tickets over the past three years. They were from unrealized trips to the mountains, historical towns, and the beach. Every ticket turned into a post on Evan's social

Go see the world, take a break, you deserve it. He cleared his throat, the smile fading. "We're going to be sharing our lives, and I really hope you won't hold any grudges against her." He's probably worried I would not play nice with Wendy down the line. However, hey, if he's offering me a ticket to anywhere, maybe it's not such a bad idea to just not come back, I thought. After Chester saw I was not upset, he left me with a few parting words. I grabbed my bag and started packing – a few clothes, the essentials. I was there for over twenty years, and it felt like home.

“That boy is lucky. The scalpel missed by a hair. He got a second chance at life. “The doctors said he might have heart trouble later. He’ll suffer when it acts up.” He glanced at me cautiously. “Sweetheart, I went ahead and saved him. You’re not angry, are you?” “Why would I be?” The night air was chilly. I glanced at the shadow in the garden one last time, closed the window, and smiled at my father. “I’m happy with my new life. I have no time to regret or mourn the past.” On the day I was discharged and returned home, I saw the familiar figure at the airport again.

He searched again and again, but I was already gone. Behind him, Liam's anguished cries echoed across the shoreline for what seemed like an eternity. The instant my consciousness returned, the familiar mechanical voice resonated in my mind. "Congratulations, Host. Welcome home. Your mission reward of 100 million dollars has been deposited into your account." I slowly opened my eyes to the sight of my small, familiar apartment. It felt hollow, but at least everything that had hurt me was finally behind me. I glanced at my bank balance and decided it was time to finally give myself the life I deserved.

Both my dignity and the love I fought for all this time were nothing but a cruel joke. I knew then that leaving was the only thing that could set me free. With a bittersweet smile, I deleted every last photo of him from my phone. ‘Goodbye, Arthur,’ I thought. ‘Goodbye to the pathetic fool I used to be.’ … The announcement sounded as the plane landed at its destination. I switched my phone back to normal mode, and notifications flooded in one after another. All of them were news about Arthur. That was not surprising. Arthur held a unique position of power, with influence over nearly all the city’s legal resources. His every move became a major public spectacle.

Chapter # The Departure *Ana* The heat wave breaks at last. And though it does feel good to stand outside, I can’t help but think it’s a cruel joke. Because the day I can finally stand outside to enjoy it is also the day we must leave. And leave we must. I have to tell myself again. I have to. There is much to do once I return. I do not need a reminder. The news has plagued my thoughts since Admiral Nugen came.

I almost scoffed He didn't move I realized I was staring I gulped and tried to hurry off but stopped halfway, and turned to him, he still hadn't moved either “Can I have that book? The one you showed me - us” that was me to him “Sure” his voice sounded deep, too deep. It was nothing like the sweet song voice he always had going on I stood watching him and when he turned to me again, I could swear his eyes looked like a startling shade of red and when I blinked my eyes it was gone Puff Disappeared like it never happened Maybe it never happened I needed air He walked away and left me standing there

Two days later Daniel’s voice had always been her anchor warm, teasing, alive. But when he called this time, something in it had changed. “I booked my ticket,” he said. Mia froze. “What do you mean?” “I’m leaving, sis.” “Daniel” “I can’t stay here anymore. Every corner of this city feels haunted. Every place reminds me of them of Dad, of Mom, of everything we built that’s now dust.” Her breath caught. “You’re just going to walk away?” “I’m not walking away,” he said softly. “I’m trying to breathe again.”